Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Full tank in the Cadillac, uh
Two goons headin' out the back, uh
Spent a rack on a new chain, uh
Make it rain then we hit the sack, uh
Yeah, times are tough, and we got mouths feed, uh
We gotta pray for life, yeah that's the life we lead
Louis V, my duffel bag
Designer suit with the red and black (F*ck)
Soon as we hear the cops pull up, we gone, we ran, and we hit the gas (Gas, gas)
Fly the whole crew in a jet plane (F*ck your plane)
Got a new drip, with the plain jane (Whoop)
Get a new life with a new name
Gotta make money, make mo' rain
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
The whole gang sippin' champagne, aye
That Möet with the Rosé, uh
Oh man gotta run it right back, got the cops on our ass in the getaway (Getaway)
Man I can't really think straight (Uh)
F*ck it might be the champagne (Champagne)
Motherf*cker there's thirty-four or twenty-five cop cars on the highway
Uh, in the top down with the bust down goin' downtown with the M4
Never slow down, gotta go fast like a breakdown, like we Odell with the touchdown
Get it get it man, in the top down
Gotta go now, gotta run now, like we OJ in the van now, with the meltdown
And the crackdown when we blow out uh
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Hit the gas, motherf*ckers won't let us pass
We gotta go in by force, we gotta shoot they ass
Gotta get it, go get it, man we get the cash Yeah we goin' in top speed, we boutta crash
Finna crash in like Wall Street, we rob and dash
Like Jackie I be robbin' the base, shoot you right in your face
I be dodgin', I be runnin', like I'm runnin' a race, you keepin' up with the pace? (Woo)
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Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Full tank in the Cadillac, uh
Two goons headin' out the back, uh
Spent a rack on a new chain, uh
Make it rain then we hit the sack, uh
Yeah, times are tough, and we got mouths feed, uh
We gotta pray for life, yeah that's the life we lead
Louis V, my duffel bag
Designer suit with the red and black (F*ck)
Soon as we hear the cops pull up, we gone, we ran, and we hit the gas (Gas, gas)
Fly the whole crew in a jet plane (F*ck your plane)
Got a new drip, with the plain jane (Whoop)
Get a new life with a new name
Gotta make money, make mo' rain
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
The whole gang sippin' champagne, aye
That Möet with the Rosé, uh
Oh man gotta run it right back, got the cops on our ass in the getaway (Getaway)
Man I can't really think straight (Uh)
F*ck it might be the champagne (Champagne)
Motherf*cker there's thirty-four or twenty-five cop cars on the highway
Uh, in the top down with the bust down goin' downtown with the M4
Never slow down, gotta go fast like a breakdown, like we Odell with the touchdown
Get it get it man, in the top down
Gotta go now, gotta run now, like we OJ in the van now, with the meltdown
And the crackdown when we blow out uh
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Hit the gas, motherf*ckers won't let us pass
We gotta go in by force, we gotta shoot they ass
Gotta get it, go get it, man we get the cash Yeah we goin' in top speed, we boutta crash
Finna crash in like Wall Street, we rob and dash
Like Jackie I be robbin' the base, shoot you right in your face
I be dodgin', I be runnin', like I'm runnin' a race, you keepin' up with the pace? (Woo)
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Full tank in the Cadillac, uh
Two goons headin' out the back, uh
Spent a rack on a new chain, uh
Make it rain then we hit the sack, uh
Yeah, times are tough, and we got mouths feed, uh
We gotta pray for life, yeah that's the life we lead
Louis V, my duffel bag
Designer suit with the red and black (F*ck)
Soon as we hear the cops pull up, we gone, we ran, and we hit the gas (Gas, gas)
Fly the whole crew in a jet plane (F*ck your plane)
Got a new drip, with the plain jane (Whoop)
Get a new life with a new name
Gotta make money, make mo' rain
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
The whole gang sippin' champagne, aye
That Möet with the Rosé, uh
Oh man gotta run it right back, got the cops on our ass in the getaway (Getaway)
Man I can't really think straight (Uh)
F*ck it might be the champagne (Champagne)
Motherf*cker there's thirty-four or twenty-five cop cars on the highway
Uh, in the top down with the bust down goin' downtown with the M4
Never slow down, gotta go fast like a breakdown, like we Odell with the touchdown
Get it get it man, in the top down
Gotta go now, gotta run now, like we OJ in the van now, with the meltdown
And the crackdown when we blow out uh
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, f*ck the whole crew makin' racks now
Hit the gas, motherf*ckers won't let us pass
We gotta go in by force, we gotta shoot they ass
Gotta get it, go get it, man we get the cash Yeah we goin' in top speed, we boutta crash
Finna crash in like Wall Street, we rob and dash
Like Jackie I be robbin' the base, shoot you right in your face
I be dodgin', I be runnin', like I'm runnin' a race, you keepin' up with the pace? (Woo)
Writer: Aylon Raf, Gio Nogales
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid