Yo Gotti - Cruisin lyrics

[Intro] Turn Up, Turn Up [Hook – Boozie Badazz][x2] Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street, with some bad hoes [Verse 1 – Boozie Badazz] Crusing down the street with Nicky and Tiffany Hookah in the air, and kush, cinnamon Fresh up out the airplane, jumped up in the rafe I'm barely in the door, f** the rain, I'm straight Riding big bucket, me and my girl KimYeing Worried bout nothing, I got license and registration Pocket full of money, b**h I ball like a dog Ride like I'm in an old ‘Lac on white wall Turn down Peach street, stopped and got my dogs Stopped and got a fifth, then we went and hit the mall Got the hat to match my kicks, got some heels for my chicks Talking million dollar deals on my iPhone 6, big! Ride sick, can't too many buy this Thought I was gone, came home and got rich Drop top with a real hot b**h She from Brazil where the f** you find this? I be [Hook] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I pull up in some sh** you never seen I'm quick to sell a ho a dream Damn Gotti you so selfish And I'm like ho I feed the whole team Get them bricks and Imma flood the hood White ghost, white leather, stainless steel hood Yea my grill look like Benihana White Rover for my baby momma I'm Cruzin' down the street in an old school Chevy Bumpin' NWA with that Mac 11 And I ain't saving no hoes cuz I'm not a reverend I'm from the streets, Im a thug, and I'm super intelligent Put on for the streets and I know that I am 454 on that cutless, plus the cam Red interior, 458 sh** I pull up in slow mo Look like the Matrix [Hook] [Verse 3: Boosie] I keep that strap in my lap My phone on loud n***a tryin' to spend something, can't miss that call See a couple of haters looking Dismiss that dog You know me I'm looking back like I did that dog It's too much money to be made To fight over cron The day I'm riding the I [?] Treating my lungs I gotta call from New York, another deal on the table Got off the phone like yea, couple mil on the table You can catch me in the whip front of sax 5th ave With my Dominican black, rich long hair Pa** through they be looking as i swang on through Real recognize real so i chuck up the deuce Stopped at the Chevron, got a lil gas Pull behind the car wash, got a lil head n***as want my head, but the boy ain't scared Headed home gon' to count the bread Boosie Badazz I be [Hook]