[Intro: Riding in my Yellow bottle on my gold in the trunk The screaming causing road rage And you that I'm Too busy to be I don't when my phone rings Making in the music business Like I'm in the dope somebody came and lit the propane Oh
[Hook 1: Riding in my Chevy Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the The neighbors screaming causing rage And you know I'm (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) Too to be bothered Rolling up and blowing rings 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 (Yeah!) Like came and lit the propane I'm on Like I'm reunited with an old I'm on (Yeah!) I'm on
[Verse 1: up in this bitch [?] me classy Driving that Cadillac I it in traffic to drop a classic album Here's a classic to match it on my feet I hit the gas and I pass them Smell the I'm chiefing Had to crack the gasping Cussing out my Cuz' he's ashing on the in the back I said you it You almost burned a through the cushions in my pillow seats They padded a mattress Million motif Call me Global Funny I remember how it when I was local Now we travel to coast bitches holler "Hola!" When I'm in my Arizona candy coated [?] When you in chrome or solid gold You show it In my Monte to valet park it up at [?] Haters can hate But they can't take away my I my lady home I hit the club and rolled up I'm
[Hook 2: Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome in the trunk The screaming causing road rage And you that I'm Too to be bothered Rolling up and blowing rings Making money in the music Like I'm in the dope Like somebody came and lit the I'm on
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3: Devin The Dude] I'm gone like a in the sky I'm the wheel But I like I fly up chromey Got some on me Continue to keep cool cops all around me It's hot as on the gas slow Blew at an ugly She had a whole of ass though Creeping, corners Like I did in $1.50 a for gas to be higher'n a bitch all day Smoke all And play some funky music I hope like In the all good with the woofers Pulling up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and at D is what they say When see me I be coasting They be me for weed Because they know that I be day, all day Nigga I give a hit then split They be "Give me more, Devin" But I'm
[Hook 3: Riding in my Monte Carlo on them chrome things in the trunk The neighbors causing road rage And you know I'm Too to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke money in the music business Like I'm in the dope Like somebody came and lit the I'm on Like I'm with an old flame I'm on Like somebody came and lit the I'm on Like I'm with an old flame I'm on I'm on (Ya-uh-ya, yeah!)
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