Ridin in the coupe, in the coupe with the brain out
Blowin dro in the wind money ain't a thang now
And I don't know if I should keep goin
I been drinkin all day and I'm bout to start
Smokin
Got a bad bitch with me they like oh shit
Still rockin with them niggas get yo door kicked
Still f*ckin with them hustlers make that dough flip
Takin shots back to back to back while you slow sip
Sittin sideways top down on a Sunday
With an up and coming model dreamin of the runway
Doing drugs for the skinny sleeping thru the Monday
Pray to God for the life sinning on a Sunday
Like I'm Rick Ross I love the wings and the gunplay
I'm a Big Boi with the mental of an Andre
Tick tock boom got the bomb like its nine tre
Kriss Kross make a bitch jump like a crab leg
Runnin thru this gin cause it's top notch Bombay
Eatin on her pussy lick the taint for an entrée
She belong to someone else in public like its Broadway
Actin but when we alone we f*ckin like its all day
Ridin in the coupe, in the coupe with the brain out
Blowing dro in the wind money ain't a thang now
And I don't know if I should keep goin
I been drinkin all day and I'm bout to start
Smokin
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Ridin in the coupe, in the coupe with the brain out
Blowin dro in the wind money ain't a thang now
And I don't know if I should keep goin
I been drinkin all day and I'm bout to start
Smokin
Got a bad bitch with me they like oh shit
Still rockin with them niggas get yo door kicked
Still f*ckin with them hustlers make that dough flip
Takin shots back to back to back while you slow sip
Sittin sideways top down on a Sunday
With an up and coming model dreamin of the runway
Doing drugs for the skinny sleeping thru the Monday
Pray to God for the life sinning on a Sunday
Like I'm Rick Ross I love the wings and the gunplay
I'm a Big Boi with the mental of an Andre
Tick tock boom got the bomb like its nine tre
Kriss Kross make a bitch jump like a crab leg
Runnin thru this gin cause it's top notch Bombay
Eatin on her pussy lick the taint for an entrée
She belong to someone else in public like its Broadway
Actin but when we alone we f*ckin like its all day
Ridin in the coupe, in the coupe with the brain out
Blowing dro in the wind money ain't a thang now
And I don't know if I should keep goin
I been drinkin all day and I'm bout to start
Smokin
Blowin dro in the wind money ain't a thang now
And I don't know if I should keep goin
I been drinkin all day and I'm bout to start
Smokin
Got a bad bitch with me they like oh shit
Still rockin with them niggas get yo door kicked
Still f*ckin with them hustlers make that dough flip
Takin shots back to back to back while you slow sip
Sittin sideways top down on a Sunday
With an up and coming model dreamin of the runway
Doing drugs for the skinny sleeping thru the Monday
Pray to God for the life sinning on a Sunday
Like I'm Rick Ross I love the wings and the gunplay
I'm a Big Boi with the mental of an Andre
Tick tock boom got the bomb like its nine tre
Kriss Kross make a bitch jump like a crab leg
Runnin thru this gin cause it's top notch Bombay
Eatin on her pussy lick the taint for an entrée
She belong to someone else in public like its Broadway
Actin but when we alone we f*ckin like its all day
Ridin in the coupe, in the coupe with the brain out
Blowing dro in the wind money ain't a thang now
And I don't know if I should keep goin
I been drinkin all day and I'm bout to start
Smokin
Writer: Jason Copeland
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