[Intro: in my Caddy Yellow bottle on my gold in the trunk The screaming causing road rage And you know I'm Too to be bothered I answer when my phone rings Making in the music business Like I'm in the game Like came and lit the propane Oh
1: Rittz] Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing rage And you that I'm (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) Too busy to be up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music Like I'm in the dope somebody came and lit the propane I'm on Like I'm reunited an old flame I'm on (Yeah!) Like somebody came and lit the I'm on Like I'm reunited an old flame I'm on (Yeah!) I'm on
1: Rittz] Rittz up in this [?] made me Driving classic Cadillac I fashion it in Bout' to a classic album Here's a song to match it Jordans on my I hit the gas and I pass them the weed I'm chiefing Had to crack the window Cussing out my Cuz' he's on the missus in the back I you pushin it You burned a hole Right through the cushions in my pillow padded like a mattress Million dollar 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 Home It's candy [?] When you in chrome or solid gold You gotta it In my Monte to valet park it up at [?] Haters they can But they can't take away my I took my 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 neighbors screaming road rage And you know I'm Too busy to be Rolling up and smoke rings money in the music business Like I'm in the game Like somebody came and lit the I'm on
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3: Devin The Dude] I'm gone a drone in the sky I'm behind the But I like I fly Pulling up Got some on me Continue to keep cool with all around me It's hot as on the gas slow Blew at an bitch She had a whole bunch of ass Creeping, corners I did in nine-six $1.50 a for gas Used to be higher'n a all day Smoke all And play some funky music I hope like In the hood all Kenwood the woofers up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and hookers Look at D is what say When see me I be coasting They be asking me for they know that I be smoking day, all day Nigga I give a hit then split They be "Give me more, Devin" But I'm
[Hook 3: in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the The neighbors screaming causing rage And you that I'm Too to be bothered up and blowing smoke rings Making in the music business Like I'm in the dope Like somebody and lit the propane I'm on I'm reunited 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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