Curren$y - Monte Carlo Music lyrics

Eight cylinders, two doors A back seat nobody can sit in No rust on my door hinges; There'll be no squeakin' when I get in Spent a few dollars To ride a old school Monte Carlo without a problem Reliable as my newer whip, homeboy- I Really do this sh** No tint on my windows: Hella high with nothin' to hide Pirelli tires clingin' for dear life Them rims wide, my n***a Four cars, one summer Still east-side Spitta frontin'- Like you don't remember Had them rims matchin'; That was way back then- 2002-knowing who I was... But I didn't know you The f** you talking 'bout In that sh** cruiser That you're dragging through the parking lot? '87 Aerocoupe-I had that-targa tops The King Arthur of the Car Club Trophies tall as your oldest kid; Place them next to my Switchblade 86 Your girl asked to take pictures leaning on it Made you sick Floor shifting. A true SS Not a clone with bootleg ground effects- Leave that sh** at home Authentic- the description of all things Spitta Roll a joint for my oil change n***as in fifteen minutes Take two pulls, let my b**h hit it Doing a hundred in the eighty-fo' It's that monte carlo music, trillest sh** I ever drove