[Verse 1 - T-Pain] Now I’m just sitting here at this red light with my emergency brake on The wheels spinnin’, whip looking like it got new skates on I’m talking 9.8 seconds boy, this ain’t gon’ take long Then I hop out at the finish line like: “is this what you waitin’ on?” I’ll tell you what, homie you ain’t gotta wait long All I’m thinkin’ ’bout is this trophy I’mma take home Give ‘em something they can hate on Confetti all over the place, girls poppin’ out that cake holmes And my skin tone should be the only thing you asking me about race holmes Yeah, I’mma tell you what you not gon’ do Cause if the wing gonna pop out the back of that Ferrari, then the Bugatti got one too I’m tryna throw these great balls of fire, I’m talking wu-bablabamboo Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom
[Chorus - T-Pain] And I’m like hold up, yeah, you got to let me through Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through And I stay ridin’, ridin’, you got to let me through And my niggas stay slidin’, slidin’, so you got to let them too Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through Uh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through Cause I stay ridin’, ridin’, you got to let me through And my niggas stay slidin’, slidin’, so you got to let them too
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I got too much rubber to burn Fire hazard, Lil Tune the tycoon Cash Money mascot, it’s hot under this costume Got pedals I’ve never stepped on Buttons I’ve never pressed on Backseats I’ve never effed on Police, they’ll get the F bomb I still ride with my niggas, money don’t change a gangster And when I’m asked to pull a few strings, I pull ‘em until they untangle Watch me donuts as she throw up like: “hell yeah” More money, more problems, I’m surprised I still have black hair I feel like racing, racing, who racing? Don’t give up the location And if we bet, I went and hit the strip club And go throw at them pole babies Riding so fast with the top down The wind sound like a standing ovation Tunechi, fast and furious I like my bitch fast and flirtatious Owww
[Chorus - T-Pain] Hold up, yeah, you got to let me through Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through And I stay ridin’, ridin’, you got to let me through And my niggas stay slidin’, slidin’, so you got to let them too Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through Uh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through Cause I stay ridin’, ridin’, you got to let me through And my niggas stay slidin’, slidin’, so you got to let them too
[Verse 3 - T-Pain] Now I don’t know why y’all niggas think I been slackin’ like I ain’t been on my shit Until I pass by in that fast ride and now your bitch is on my dick I’m talkin’ ’bout slidin’, back and forth up in your tub I put that shit on that video, now that video is on Pornhub Yeah, I stay ridin’ through FSU in that fam, fam I’ve been packin’ stacks and now we back to back on them can ams Lam-borghini paint, I remain to reign over these lame-ass rap niggas Matter of fact, niggas packed in the back Of the ‘Lac with a knapsack full of Macs and snacks For the attack, you niggas ain’t got time to react Nappy Boy in this bitch, bring the calvary back Teddy Pain motherfucker, I don’t slack on the track Red dot to the dome, put a gap in your hat Chevy leanin’ like a bitch, boy you have to relax Double sided like a battlin’ axe You gettin’ mad cause your rappin’ is wack And all the shit that you been doin’ recently My niggas laughin’ at that I’m on the track like…
[Chorus - T-Pain] Hold up, yeah, you got to let me through Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through And I stay ridin’, ridin’, you got to let me through And my niggas slidin’, slidin’, so you got to let them too Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through Uh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through Cause I stay ridin’, ridin’, you got to let me through And my niggas stay slidin’, slidin’, so you got to let them too Hold up, yeah, you got to let me through Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through And I stay ridin’, ridin’, you got to let me through And my niggas slidin’, slidin’, so you got to let them too Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through Uh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through Cause I stay ridin’, ridin’, you got to let me through And my niggas stay slidin’, slidin’, so you got to let them too YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
