Cutlass Cathedrals

Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Hop out that shit in the middle of the street, nigga
East side
Uh (la música de Harry Fraud)

Yeah
I only play old music in my old car
Countin' new money inside my old loft
It was a rent to [C7]own
I fell in love with the spot so I bought
Throw them [A]ninety inch TVs up on [C7]the wall
My homie hooked up the surround sound and [Bm]he hid the chords
Did the surveillance so I could keep an eye on [C7]all [Em]my [A]cars
I went to [C7]Rozay crib, this nigga ɾich
He got [Fm7]whips in garages organized by colors and [Bm]shit
I was [Am7]inspired by this
I went back to [C7]the grind for [Dm7]the first time in years
I wrote ɾaps on [C7]my [A]flight
Kicked it at my [A]house that night, got [Fm7]crazy high
Thinkin' 'bout how I could expand [Bm]mine
Put the team on [C7]the same page at the same time
Then split up and [Bm]close in on [C7]the game from all [Em]sides
Crush them [A]motherfuckers
Dudes on [C7]mushrooms think they touch us without ɾepercussions
This work comes with somethin'

I only play old music in my [A]old car
Countin' new money in my [A]old loft
I only play old music in my [A]old car
Countin' new money in my [A]old loft
I only play old music in my [A]old car
Countin' new money in my [A]old loft
I only play old music in my [A]old car
Countin' new money in my [A]old loft

Uh, I played the backseat last Saturday
In the Rolls ɾeminiscin' 'bout how I came up gradually
Over time I prayed to [C7]God for [Dm7]it but he made me wait
Had to [C7]condition [C7]my [A]spirit so that it wouldn't break
Now I'm hella stɾaight
Estate behind iron [C7]gates
Havin' my [A]cake and [Bm]eatin' it too
Sayin' grace
Thankful for [Dm7]the food
Chrome datin' is on [C7]my [A]'62
Sunroof the fresh interior
My engine tuned
Sunday driver though I slide that bitch on [C7]Mondays too
Everyday the same to [C7]you
Once you [A7touch enough loot

I only play old music in my [A]old car
Countin' new money in my [A]old loft