Rotating Valets [DJ Breakem Off Mix]
Clear the runway baby
I get money from Sunday to Sunday lady
Ohh behave I'm young, rich famous
Grinding, keep my pockets on Schwarzenegger
OG in my Swisher so my blunt taste flavored
Don't it?
Ya'll niggas can get if you want it
Tryna catch a flight?
I'm in the back seat playing X Box
Car service just chillin'
Now this could be one of those days
I chop on my blades, leave my worries behind
Just pretend that I’m paid
Do it big, do it large, on the boulevard
Get a sense of success, pushin' candy cars
I did some thangs for that Chevy mayne
Restored the frame, blew the brains
Out on everything i ain’t ashamed
Scooped my dame cause she down to roll
Since way before
Don’t touch my screens or my radio
She know the score i'm rollin up another one
Starring out this window, window, window
Windowwww
They tellin me to change how I'm livin'
But it's all I know
I'm seen in every city on my way out
To another one, another one, another one
Another ooonne
You find me anywhere that paper
Go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh
Now this could be one of those days
Parlay and I ball, turning
Necks til they break, outside of the mall
Going in going hard like a superstar
Break the bank full tank take me super far
I swang and bang, sittin' heavy mayne
Hoggin' lanes candy paint never leave a stain
Let it rain, hydroplane, but I'm ridin' slow
Eyes closed, Etta James keep me on my toes
Can’t let her go
Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr woodgrain
With diamonds up against them balling
Through your hood mayn
And I'm smoking on some good mayn
The color purple not the movie
But the kind that have you going in a circle
Chrome, looking more classy than
The Transco Tower
Car drippin' candy paint like it
Just came out the shower
Like 'Face I got the money
The power and the finesse
To roll around one deep with
Hundred-thousand round my neck
I'm looking real shiny you can see
Me from a mile away
Thought you was doing it
Until I came and took your smile away
Pull up on your side in the turning lane
Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce
And I'm Cadillac turning mayn (i'm gone)
Little swang to the left
Big swang to the right
My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe
It's super tight
So don't try to knock us baby
Don't try to hate
That's how we do it in that
Lone star state get it straight we be