[Hook: T-Wayne] First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche
[Verse 1: T-Wayne] First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche Her man a bit lit like a muh fuckin' torch And I don't want it if it ain't sittin' like a horse I be ballin', I be ballin' like score I'm sippin' lean and I can feel it in my body I'ma pull up on 'em like I'm Ricky Bobby I swear that I don't want your girl if she ain't cocky I ain't got no kids but she still call me papi I got attitude, I got gratitude And like my mixtape, I got your girl comin' soon I been throwed off since I came out of the womb My flow ten times hotter than the month of June But you can have it, baby, I got 'em goin' crazy New paper flow, I'm gettin' paper on the daily And a chick got a plaque so I know they hate me But guess what? First, let me hop out the muh fuckin
[Hook: T-Wayne] First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] First, let me hop out the all white Turbo My Vans all red like a glass of the Merlot Wax on the joint make the muh fucka burn slow Every day I wake up, I get 25 pre-rolls Tinted the windows, I bought Forgiattos, I feel like the shit Got my seat real low, real nigga shit My 911 left your Panamera Your Carrera in my rearview mirror Two hundred bands, you can drive one of these Only fuck with gangsters and strippers, no Yeez Pull up on your girl, bet she gon' hop in I turn up the music, got her head bobbin' Holdin' the peace, girl this shit is not a lease Dolla $ign a beast, hundred K centerpiece Bombay and Hennessy, that's all my niggas drink I told her, first, let me hop out the muh fuckin'
[Hook: T-Wayne] First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche
[Verse 3: Chedda Da Connect] First let me hop out the all-black Pan' Touch down on a nigga just like man Middle finger up to these haters, can't stand me Trapper of the year, bitch give me a Grammy Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the rims on that bitch Just hopped out the Porsche, look at the paint on that bitch I'm just drainin' these hoes like a faucet I'm just hangin' these niggas in my closet I'm stackin' up the money like government cheese 10 bands on some fresh new Louis Spendin' up the money like it came from overseas Porsche Cayenne, I done bought my girl 3 She puttin' that ass on me like a horsey Turned around and said, "Nigga you can't afford me" I looked right back at her and I said to her "First let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche"
[Hook: T-Wayne] First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' PorscheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
