Ride 2 miles per hour so everybody
Get a glimpse of da real or n***a or who inside it
With my cousin G5 we highed up cloudy
b**hes getting stoned just by standing around us
Music turnt up but the smoke way louder
Must be amateur night, these muf**in kids
Think they f**ing with us they f**ing stupid
They talking sh** just to hear themselves
But I ain't worrying about em
I got a life time subscription of that car and driver
California prescription pounds of exotic
Riding to that old hypnotize mind sh**
Stay in the flyest stitches, not even tryin b**hes
You lying n***a, smoking that middle cla** gra**
You ain't really high is ya?
I would a put you down if you wasn't such a clown
But I figured I share it with my team cause I came here with em
Grab a plate Thanksgiving, word to Corner Boy Pete, I'm lane switchin
Chevy heavy so is my chain Spitta Andretti
On a paper mission Indy 500 driven
Addicted to this winning, this the victory lap
And f** the club you wanna get in
I ain't even attending just maintaining my engine
See I got too many cars
And it be 3 months before I got a chance to get in em
Take em out for a ride make sure they doin fine
Mo Money Mo Problems these problems I don't mind
Standing outside trying pick which one I'm a drive
Let my b**hes decide appreciating my high