Intro (Chevy Woods) I need my mother fuckin keys, who the? Hold on, Bitch you got my keys, Gimme them shits Oh now I'm ready, start my mother fuckin car Yeah, spark one up Big Jerm!
Chorous (x2) I'm getting faded while I drive, got your bitch up in my ride Smoke up in the car, and its leather all inside I'm, playin old school pimpin, got yo bitch wit me, bad swag homie and we trippin
Verse 1 (Chevy Woods) '67 Impala, that's with a lot of work My bitch want her hair to blow so I'mma need a verp It's never a drought, never in need of the work I see you pussies from a far in need of a skirt You know I ride playing old school pimpin Got your bitch with me homie, oh, that's why you trippin Well let me get my luggage that costs bout your budget She say I can fuck it, start the juice like Nantucket She doin things for me that she don't do when you around Prince of the city two? Bust her down Alaskan sports yeah that's cold game She doin what she doin, I don know her name (haha) But you say that that's your girlfriend Give her tornado got her caught up in my whirlwind You know I got the juice no bishop though red cup sip it slow, ho
Verse 2 (Wiz Khalifa) I be with some hippy niggas, trippy niggas Always smoking with these niggas If you got a zone the numbers to my phone then hit me nigga Flashy niggas leaving rental cars filled up with ashes nigga Get a joint, roll it, light it, hit it twice and pass it nigga Famous niggas at the party, smell some weed the plainest niggas You be with some smokin on and don't know what the name is niggas I be with the gangest niggas, pound of weed, a gang of bitches Standing on the couch just drinkin out the bottle takin pictures (yeah) And my card ain't got no limit and my audemar is sickening ho I got it so I spend it on the first class flight but I roll private in a minute What you want I prolly got it, tryna do I prolly did it (uhh) And my gang's so wit it, You niggas actin like bitches Emotional, usually smoke one for you haters, but right now I'm smoking two