EWOR THE ARISTLE
[Verse One]
Skip the club, hit the home base, chill
Popcorn poppin', watchin' flicks on a reel
[Hook]
[Verse Two:]
(How a true player feel?)
Draped in Gucci threads
Gold chains swingin', dames eyein', makin' heads
Rollin' in that sleek ride, music blastin'
Cash stackin', living dreams that last everlasting
