Swae Lee - Brand New Car* lyrics

Damn her hair standin' up She just wanna party though She heard we be blowin' money Turn it into particles When we hit the f**in' city We gon' make the articles Yeah, yeah Catch me veerin' in the median I'm in that brand new ghost When I pull up to the club You know the hoes gon' touch their toes Countin' bills, f**in' hoes simultaneous That girl so spontaneous And she give me cranium I might pull up with a DVD And DVD your ho Catch me flyin' down the median I'm blowin' f**in' smoke I might blow it out the gas Means I'm blowin' out my nose Yeah you know I let that money talk That paper f**in' spoke Ayy, drop top Vipers, we get all our food to go I might take the top up off that b**h And put it on the floor You can't see me in the spot I'm higher than a UFO I got b**hes out in London And got hoes in Tokyo, let's go Every dog has his day Sick 'em, sick 'em Lil' n***a you can hate Jig 'em, jig 'em Hundred G's on the table Flip 'em, flip 'em Everybody ain't able Drill 'em, drill 'em Got a duplex with a crazy view Throw the cash up, make her hula hoop Pinkie ring on igloo Backwoods crushin' grapefruit juice Pull a 60 out the pouch like a kangaroo Told y'all I wasn't f**in' playin' Say you love me, b**h, say it don't spray it Blow the 50s layer by layer, yeah Snuck backstage with no wristband Tryna ride me like [?] [?] tap dance [?] middle man Light head on my waist Yeah I got good taste I've been livin' on the edge So I can't play it safe Take a reality check All of my n***as [?] [?] jumbo jet