[T-Pain]
Now I´m just sitting here at this red light with my emergency brake on
The wheels spinnin´, whip looking like it got new skates on

I´m talking 9.8 seconds boy, this ain´t gonna take long
Then I hop out at the finish line like is this what you waitin´ on?
I´ll tell you what, homie, you ain´t gotta take long
Thinkin´ bout this trophy I´mma take home
Give ´em something to hate on
Confetti all over the place, girls poppin´ out that cake holmes
And my skin tone should be the only thing you asking me about race holmes
Yea, I´mma tell you what you not gonna do
Cause if the wing gonna pop out the back of that Ferrari
Then the Bugatti got one too
I´m tryna throw these great balls of fire, I´m talking wu-bablabum

Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom
And I´m like

[T-Pain]
And I´m like hold up, hold up, you gotta let me through
Yea, you gotta let me through
And I stay right, you gotta let me through
I´mma slide, so you gotta let them too
And my niggas slide

[Lil Wayne]
I got too much rubber to burn, fire hazard
Lil Tune, the tycoon
Cash Money mascot, it´s hot under this costume
Got pedals I´ve never stepped on
Buttons I´ve never pressed on

Backseats I´ve never effed on
Police, they´ll get the F bomb
I still ride with my niggas, money don´t change a gangster
And when I´m asked to pull a few strings, I pull ´em til they untangle
Watch me donuts as she throw up like hell yea
More money, more problems, I´m surprised I still have black hair
I feel like
Racin´, racin´, who racin´?
Don´t give up the location
And if we (?), I went and hit the strip club
And go throw at them pole babies
Ridin´ so fast with the top down, the wind sound like a standin´ ovation
Tunechi, fast and furious, I like my bitch fast and flirtatious

[T-Pain]
And I´m like hold up, hold up, you gotta let me through
Yea, you gotta let me through
And I stay right, you gotta let me through
I´mma slide, so you gotta let them too
And my niggas slide