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  • [Verse 1: Big KRIT]
    Is it me or is it something about a car
    That makes a bad ******* get freaky ***** like porno stars?
    Or maybe it was that chrome that keep a bopper in the zone
    But either way she hit my phone like she can't leave me lone
    And that there just keeps happening, blame it on all this rapping *******t
    10 out of 10 she down to *****, that's just what my average is
    Slab and chassis lavishly, wood cabin, digi-dash in it I'm an advocate
    Chromed out wheels if you hop in here you might jet lag a bit
    I'm passionate about everything that I want, I do what it do and y'all don't
    I put the whole world in my trunk, let it bump
    Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
    Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
    Cuz I got --

    [Hook: Big KRIT]
    Money on the floor
    Lighters on the dresser
    Drop my top, no one can do it better
    Diamonds and the leather
    Wood and the chrome
    Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone

    [Verse 2: 8-Ball]
    She call me big baby, I got my Guccis on
    Black on black, head to toe, smelling like Prada cologne
    Feeling like big pimping, inhale, exhale
    Good green, thick lean, give them ******* x pills
    ******* make them get so loose on them tequila shots
    Every time I do it I regret it, the ******* just can't stop
    Now she's dancing on the table, skirt done went up to her navel
    *****s throwing money at her, *******t I can't be mad at her

    [Verse 3: MJG]
    You bring the girl to me then I'mma bless her, test her
    25 lighters on my dresser, yessir
    My ******* on the block with some money on her mind
    A pistol in her purse and a heart full of grind
    I'm pimp type, MJ, drop my top, light that dro
    Hand on the wood with the pedal on the floor
    Forever get dough and I’m clever on the ho
    Still get vetted man, never be a scary man
    My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie King

    [Hook]

    [Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
    25 lighters, 25 cyphers
    Went to jail and shared a cell with a 25-to-lifer
    Stayed at my grandma house with 25 bibles
    Stayed in the trap house with like 25 rifles
    Drop my top and I dip dip dip
    But if I pop my trunk you better duck, don't slip
    Chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowing kisses
    Reel them hoes in, it look like I'm going fi*******ng
    Okay this how I ride, two bad hoes inside
    One ho say she ready, the other ho said she tired
    I'mma drop this other ho off, me and the other ho we gon ride
    All jokes aside I'm the get money poster child

    [Hook]
  • [Verse 1: Big KRIT]
    Is it me or is it something about a car
    That makes a bad ******* get freaky ***** like porno stars?
    Or maybe it was that chrome that keep a bopper in the zone
    But either way she hit my phone like she can't leave me lone
    And that there just keeps happening, blame it on all this rapping *******t
    10 out of 10 she down to *****, that's just what my average is
    Slab and chassis lavishly, wood cabin, digi-dash in it I'm an advocate
    Chromed out wheels if you hop in here you might jet lag a bit
    I'm passionate about everything that I want, I do what it do and y'all don't
    I put the whole world in my trunk, let it bump
    Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
    Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
    Cuz I got --

    [Hook: Big KRIT]
    Money on the floor
    Lighters on the dresser
    Drop my top, no one can do it better
    Diamonds and the leather
    Wood and the chrome
    Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone

    [Verse 2: 8-Ball]
    She call me big baby, I got my Guccis on
    Black on black, head to toe, smelling like Prada cologne
    Feeling like big pimping, inhale, exhale
    Good green, thick lean, give them ******* x pills
    ******* make them get so loose on them tequila shots
    Every time I do it I regret it, the ******* just can't stop
    Now she's dancing on the table, skirt done went up to her navel
    *****s throwing money at her, *******t I can't be mad at her

    [Verse 3: MJG]
    You bring the girl to me then I'mma bless her, test her
    25 lighters on my dresser, yessir
    My ******* on the block with some money on her mind
    A pistol in her purse and a heart full of grind
    I'm pimp type, MJ, drop my top, light that dro
    Hand on the wood with the pedal on the floor
    Forever get dough and I’m clever on the ho
    Still get vetted man, never be a scary man
    My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie King

    [Hook]

    [Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
    25 lighters, 25 cyphers
    Went to jail and shared a cell with a 25-to-lifer
    Stayed at my grandma house with 25 bibles
    Stayed in the trap house with like 25 rifles
    Drop my top and I dip dip dip
    But if I pop my trunk you better duck, don't slip
    Chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowing kisses
    Reel them hoes in, it look like I'm going fi*******ng
    Okay this how I ride, two bad hoes inside
    One ho say she ready, the other ho said she tired
    I'mma drop this other ho off, me and the other ho we gon ride
    All jokes aside I'm the get money poster child

    [Hook]