Yelawolf - Daddy's Lambo lyrics
[Yelawolf] Hillbilly in Beverly hills And so Drama beats. [Yelawolf - Verse 1] Hold up Damn rich, peanut bu*ter guts in a Lamorghini, woah You must have white bread, lets make a sandwich I aint never seen money you got Nobody got that kind of money in the Boondocks So if you take me up show me the Balcony lookin over The hollywood valley I'll make your balloon pop Popstars like you, you need a dude like me To appreciate your wealth I know you got an elevator in your house But with me you'll appreciate the steps Act like you don't wanna see how much of this Jack Daniels you can handle You wanna drink and get cut like Rambo And let me drive your Daddy's Lambo [Chorus] Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion Let me see hollywood for real Lights, camera, action I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel One thing I gotta know Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh Your Daddy's Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo? [Yelawolf - Verse 2] Your young and reckless, nice little diamond necklace Got a pint sized vodka drink and your pretty in pink Wanna go get breakfast Though you aint never been to waffle house Always hanging in guys and dolls If you came to the shop, I'll put you in the Chevrolet And we'd slide to the mall Yeah I came to the club in a pair of Famous jeans and DTA hoody But I'm off to the party with rogue status looking for Beverly Hills goody's Yelawolf and I'm an Alabama boy Got more bounce than a salamander boy Need a rich girl like I need a headache But I can take it if I can drive your Daddy's toy [Chorus] Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion Let me see hollywood for real Lights, camera, action I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel One thing I gotta know Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh Your Daddy's Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo? [Yelawolf - Verse 3] What you got in that tote bag That one of a kind Prada That beautiful behind inspires me Makes one of my rhymes harder Your daddy made a fine daughter Make me wanna turn this wine from water Keep the party going in and keep an 808 bumping cause Drama made a beat that'll climb the charta Money, money, money, money, money Aint it funny what a hunny in a Lambourghini will do Some will run into a hundred dollar bill And drill a dick in any Tom and Harry with a 24 inch shoe But come and explore this dude an*lyze my swing It's Slick Rick E. Bobby baby Gotta let me drop that thing, come on [Chorus] Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion Let me see hollywood for real Lights, camera, action I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel One thing I gotta know Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh Your Daddy's Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo? [Outro] Just whip it around you know Up the hills I aint gon wreck it, I promise