[Intro: in my Caddy Yellow bottle on my gold in the trunk The neighbors causing road rage And you know I'm Too busy to be I don't answer when my rings Making money in the music I'm in the dope game Like came and lit the propane Oh
[Hook 1: Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them things Speakers in the The neighbors causing road rage And you know that I'm (Ya-uh-ya, yeah!) Too to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke Making money in the business I'm in the dope game Like came and lit the propane I'm on Like I'm with an old flame I'm on (Yeah!) Like somebody came and lit the I'm on Like I'm with an old flame I'm on (Yeah!) I'm on
1: Rittz] Rittz up in this [?] made me that classic Cadillac I it in traffic Bout' to a classic album Here's a song to match it Jordans on my I hit the gas and then I them the weed I'm chiefing Had to the window gasping Cussing out my Cuz' he's ashing on the in the back I said you it You almost a hole through the cushions in my pillow seats They padded a mattress Million motif me Jonny Global Funny I remember how it felt when I was Now we travel to coast bitches holler "Hola!" When I'm in my Home It's candy [?] When you ride in chrome or gold You gotta it In my Monte Bout' to park it up at [?] Haters can hate But can't take away my mojo I took my lady I hit the club and rolled up I'm
[Hook 2: Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them things Speakers in the The neighbors causing road rage And you know I'm Too to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke Making money in the business Like I'm in the dope Like came and lit the propane I'm on
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3: Rittz] Riding in my Chevy Monte on them chrome things in the trunk The neighbors screaming road rage And you know I'm Too to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke Making money in the music I'm in the dope game Like somebody and lit the propane I'm on Like I'm reunited an old flame I'm on Like came and lit the propane I'm on Like I'm with an old flame I'm on I'm on (Ya-uh-ya, yeah!)
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