Ayy, ayy We spin the Benz, we spin again, we do it real quick (real quick) I fuck it up and do the dash with a bad chick (brrt, brrt) I'm presidential with the Glizzy and the Caddy (on God) Ballin' every day, they like, "Choppa you a draft pick", yeah, yeah Switchin' lanes we gon' tear it up, you better get your hustle up The Hellcat is getting up, fishtailing, kickin' dust Push it to a limit, we ain't stoppin' 'til it's finished Since that boy say it's beepin', we gon' paint the whole city
I tell 'em speed it up, we never calm down Got some Rastafarian steppers we love to gun down Bitch we gon' push the key to ignition, drive it 'til it gas out Bullets stop a nigga on the dime, leave his back out, yeah, yeah, yeah
We from the dirt but I'm ridin' for my mud brother (my mud brother, yeah) I'm in a sports car, but it got some big muscle I caught him at the red light, now the boy in trouble A hundred racks in the chopper and my Nike duffle Yeah, we shift the gears and burn the rubber with my brother, different mother but we got the same struggle, go against me, I'ma bald 'em Lay your hands on who, my crew? A nigga better not even touch 'em This chopper aim at you, I shoot, they callin' me the melon buster
I tell 'em speed it up, we never calm down Got some Rastafarian steppers we love to gun down Bitch we gon' push the key to ignition, drive it 'til it gas out Bullets stop a nigga on the dime, leave his back out, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy We spin the Benz, we spin again, we do it real quick (real quick) Fuck it up and do the dash with a bad chick (brrt, brrt) I'm presidential with the Glizzy and the Caddy (on God) Ballin' every day, they like, "Choppa you a draft pick", yeah, yeah How fast can you get it to a hundred or better? (Yeah) Apply the pressure, you know that Rico ain't never gon' let up Got me some cheddar, I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm stompin' all on the pedal We ain't ask permission, don't give a fuck if you let us (don't give a fuck) She said that she never been in a spaceship (whoa) Takeoff in the Hellcat like I'm icy Yeah, yeah, we gon' speed it up, we gon' turn it up Middle fingers in the air 'cause we don't give a fuck
Grew up, I ain't have shit, show me where the cash is If you see me out, then you know that's where the bag is Had to make it out, engine just roaring like a dragon Everything on me designer, I love high fashion Yeah, I'm in the hills counting pink and blue bills (let's go) I'm signing deals and I'm hanging out meals This bitches wanna be me so I'm handing out mirrors Car too fast, only see you in my rear ones
I tell 'em speed it up, we never calm down Got some Rastafarian steppers we love to gun down Bitch we gon' push the key to ignition, drive it 'til it gas out Bullets stop a nigga on the dime, leave his back out, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy We spin the Benz, we spin again, we do it real quick (real quick) I fuck it up and do the dash with a bad chick (brrt, brrt) I'm presidential with the Glizzy and the Caddy (on God) Ballin' every day, they like, "Choppa you a draft pick", yeah, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
