Testo Cars Bring Me Out - Young Thug feat. Future
Testo della canzone Cars Bring Me Out (Young Thug feat. Future), tratta dall'album BUSINESS IS BUSINESS
Wheezy outta here
Yeah
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I'm out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
I was chillin' at the spot on a bedside's couch
I wasn't even gon' do nothin', don't care 'bout the sun out (yeah)
F- you, lil' b-, don't let my car bring me out (yeah)
I done got so rich, I think my car bring me out (yeah)
I done got so rich, I let a foreign bring me out (uh)
F- her in the car and told her, "Least it cost a house" (yeah)
I done got so lit, I promise, I never see a drought (I promise)
I don't know the time, I know my watch two-hundred thousand (two-hundred)
Changin' up the climate, whenever you get through I'm ballin' (when you)
Change it up, my b- down, damn my old b- stalkin'
I don't go outside without a rifle and a forty (Pluto)
Takin' up the drip and the murder rate in Georgia (yeah)
Mr. Have-His-Way, turn a dime to a quarter (yeah)
Walkin' with a limp, I got racks all on me (yeah)
Probably in the Royce with the stars in the sky
This ain't 'bout a thot, I let my cars bring me out (out)
Wrap the cash up and vacuum seal, it won't rot
I can bag her, she want the d- 'cause I'm toxic (toxic)
I can spazz out and throw my b- in Givenchy
Her pressure, Baguettes, make everything iconic
Homicide, make sure you stick to the strip
One of a kind, fallin' asleep on a pill (Pluto)
Top of the line art, gotta splash through the crib
Freestyle off the top, and I can make me a M
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I'm out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich (yeah), I think my cars bring me out
Benz after Benz, I'm on my Maybach sh-
My opp got this one, so I done gave it to my b-
Huh, got a Birkin on my motherf- wrist
Think I'm lyin'? You can dive in this bitch just like a fish
If it still got the odds, it's a perfect dish
Give it to my kid, I'm 'bout to eat this whole wig
Gave her nine racks like a motherf- Sig
If you make some mills in the pandemic, then you big
Take the Porsche away (yeah), fillin' up a safe (yeah)
Got the Bugatti (yeah), f- a pool party (yeah)
Pourin' weed in her p- like I'm Bob Marley (yeah)
All my dawgs got it (yeah), we don't do no barkin'
N- put me out, so I bought the shop (yeah)
I put my cars in this b-, now it's a parkin' spot
We had more oil in the city, back when it was a drought
They thought I got rid of it, I had brang the wraith for y'all
Livin' legitimate, I'm swervin' in a foreign car
Cheetah print, leather Goyard
It ain't 'bout a thot, I let this money do seducin'
I turn two-hundred on a dash to a movie
I done got so rich, f- two b- in a coupe
I'm paranoid, hundred rounds on me too
It ain't no cap in my rap, I got proof
Took me a nap and had on three mill' in jewels (Pluto)
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I'm out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
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Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass, Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell
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