In the coupe with all the options And I get more mouth than introducing Everything all-inclusive She holdin´ on to me like a suction cup We at Hamada, should be hushin´ up Thousand dollar meal, ain´t no rushin´ us Left the coupe runnin´ like we rushed in the Now this bitch ain´t got her waist snatched like mine Ho at home in some baby blue VLone Sweat aromatic, come and sing me a song
Double cuppin´ me, I ate an eighth, it´s gone Feel like Dr. Pepper, let´s debate, it´s strong
Three button on the shirt, lookin´ like Arne Anderson (Ah) Play the bongos made of camel skin (Ah) I´m from a long line of cattlemen (True) I´m high as fuck at the batting cage (Uh) Sit on the bitch face, make the salad spin (Spin it)
Make the Mazda Miata spin (Skrr) Like a karzte kick from the Karate Kid (Uh) Land Rov´, Ganjaj and Basmati on my bib (Uh-huh) Lookin´ like a solid wall of brick (Uh) Eight ball shifter on a stick (Uh) F-150 with the lift kit (Lift kit) Three barrels on a shotty, it´s a triscuit (Uh-huh) Get turned to liquid (Uh) While I take a bump of caviar off my wrist That´s been shipped in, yeah