Ay, Ay
We spend up and we spend again, we do it real quick (quick)
Get up and do the dance with a bad chick (brr)
I’m presidential with the glizzy and the candy
I’m balling every day till I chop you a drag (hit, hit, hit)
Switchin’ lanes, we gon’ tear it up
You better get your hustle up
Hey okay, let’s get it no
Fishtail it, kick up dust
Push it to a limit, we ain’t stoppin’ till it finished
Hear that boy, say it’s beeping
We gon’ paint the whole city
I tell ‘em speed it up, we never come down
That’s the Rastafarian staples, we love that gun sound
Put the key into ignition, drive it till the gas out
Really stop a N* on a dime, leave his back out
Yeah yeah yeah
We from the dirt, but I’m riding for my mud brother
I’m in a sports car but it got some big muscle
I caught ‘em at the red light, now that boy in trouble (brr)
A hundred racks and they toppin’ up my nightly dough
Yeah I’m shifting gears and burn the rubber
With my brother, different mother, but we got the same struggle
Go against me, Imma boss
Lay your hands on who my crew in
Man I even told this choppa
I met you, I shoot
They callin’ me the man
I tell ‘em speed it up, we never come down
That’s the Rastafarian staples, we love that gun sound
Put the key into ignition, drive it till the gas out
Really stop a N* on a dime, leave his back out
Yeah yeah yeah
We spend again, we spend again
We do it real quick (quick, quick)
Get up and do a dance with a bad chick
I’m presidential with the glizzy and the candy
I’m balling every day till I chop you a drag (hit, hit, hit)
How fast can you get into, there are ain’t no better
About a pressure, you know Rico never gon’ let up
Got me some cheddar, I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m stomping on the pedal
We ain’t ask permission to give a f-
She said that she never been in a spaceship
Take off in a hell cat, like a lace (yeah yeah)
We gon’ speed it up (work)
We gon’ turn it up (yuh)
Middle fingers in the air cause we don’t give a fu-
Grow up, I don’t have to, 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, I’m glimmering like a dragon
Everything on me designer, I love high fashion (yeah)
I’m in the hills, counting peek a boo bills
I’m signing deals and I’m handing out meals
These bitches wanna be me so I’m handing out mirrors
Car too fast, I only see you in my rear
I tell ‘em speed it up, we never come down
That’s the Rastafarian staples, we love that gun sound
Put the key into ignition, drive it till the gas out
Really stop a N* on a dime, leave his back out
Yeah yeah yeah
We spend again, we spend again
We do it real quick (quick, quick)
Get up and do a dance with a bad chick
I’m presidential with the glizzy and the candy
I’m balling every day till I chop you a drag (hit, hit, hit)
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