That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
Step up in the club, so fresh and clean
Not the outcast that they label me
I'm rolling with a team, that roll so deep
We in and out the club everyday of the week
And I make them hits, when the beat drop
That's when you here me say say hold up, stop
Let me take you back to five o'clock
When I roll the Lamborghini off the block
But not before I made them chop the top
And throw some twenty shoe's, oh that's hot
Hit Nastros For a bite to eat
No tuxedo 'cause they recognize me
Her lifestyle, the rich living, the fast cars
Don't hate 'cause I'm a superstar and I married a superstar
Never come between us no matter who you are, c'mon
That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
Closet full of kicks
Garage full of whips
Vegas crap table got the pit ball sticks
They never seen a kid win like this
So rich, that I tattoo the dice on my wrist
And my girl too, It's no coincidence that SRT got all black tints
I've never been a digger but I rock 'em nuggets
One earring cost more than your budget
I ain't here to brag I'm just here to pop tags
My Ferrari cost more than your lil S-class
Look man I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket
It don't matter what you blow, boy you can't match it
Forty grand I take the whole crew to Miami
Then we pop Crys off like they won Grammy's
I take care of my own, that's my family
Magazine talk 'cause they don't understand me
That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock & roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
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That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
Step up in the club, so fresh and clean
Not the outcast that they label me
I'm rolling with a team, that roll so deep
We in and out the club everyday of the week
And I make them hits, when the beat drop
That's when you here me say say hold up, stop
Let me take you back to five o'clock
When I roll the Lamborghini off the block
But not before I made them chop the top
And throw some twenty shoe's, oh that's hot
Hit Nastros For a bite to eat
No tuxedo 'cause they recognize me
Her lifestyle, the rich living, the fast cars
Don't hate 'cause I'm a superstar and I married a superstar
Never come between us no matter who you are, c'mon
That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
Closet full of kicks
Garage full of whips
Vegas crap table got the pit ball sticks
They never seen a kid win like this
So rich, that I tattoo the dice on my wrist
And my girl too, It's no coincidence that SRT got all black tints
I've never been a digger but I rock 'em nuggets
One earring cost more than your budget
I ain't here to brag I'm just here to pop tags
My Ferrari cost more than your lil S-class
Look man I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket
It don't matter what you blow, boy you can't match it
Forty grand I take the whole crew to Miami
Then we pop Crys off like they won Grammy's
I take care of my own, that's my family
Magazine talk 'cause they don't understand me
That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock & roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
Step up in the club, so fresh and clean
Not the outcast that they label me
I'm rolling with a team, that roll so deep
We in and out the club everyday of the week
And I make them hits, when the beat drop
That's when you here me say say hold up, stop
Let me take you back to five o'clock
When I roll the Lamborghini off the block
But not before I made them chop the top
And throw some twenty shoe's, oh that's hot
Hit Nastros For a bite to eat
No tuxedo 'cause they recognize me
Her lifestyle, the rich living, the fast cars
Don't hate 'cause I'm a superstar and I married a superstar
Never come between us no matter who you are, c'mon
That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
Closet full of kicks
Garage full of whips
Vegas crap table got the pit ball sticks
They never seen a kid win like this
So rich, that I tattoo the dice on my wrist
And my girl too, It's no coincidence that SRT got all black tints
I've never been a digger but I rock 'em nuggets
One earring cost more than your budget
I ain't here to brag I'm just here to pop tags
My Ferrari cost more than your lil S-class
Look man I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket
It don't matter what you blow, boy you can't match it
Forty grand I take the whole crew to Miami
Then we pop Crys off like they won Grammy's
I take care of my own, that's my family
Magazine talk 'cause they don't understand me
That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock and roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock & roll
Valet your whip, grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control
Writer: CATHY DENNIS, SAVAN KOTECHA, JOHNATHAN ROTEM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.