Ray, where the fuck are you?
It's all I know
My chain, my car, my SRT, that's all I know
Damn, Trademark!
Yeah, my chain, my car with the red dot too and it's all I know, uh
Got the trunk in the front and the inside blue, girl, that's all I know
Pourin' up some red, gettin' burnt out too, girl, that's all I know, ayy
Goin' way too up, spillin' drink on my seats, girl, that's all I know (Ooh)
My chain, my car, throwin' money in the club, girl, that's all I know, ayy
With my niggas from the east, but we throwin' up dubs, girl, that's all I know (Ooh)
In the GLE Coupe and I'm drivin' so fast, so don't get too close (Yeah)
I'm surrounded by thugs and a bottle of yak with some burnt-out hopes
My chain, my car, throwin' money in the club, girl, that's all I know (Ahh-ahh)
With my guys from the east, but we throwin' up dubs, girl, that's all I know (Yeah)
Pourin' drank on my seat 'cause I'm way too up with some burnt-out hopes
Put Moncleezy all over my passenger bag, girl, it's way too cold, yeah (Pfft)
I spend a bag on my niggas, uh
That shit was regular, degular, smegular, I spend a bag with my niggas
When we pullin' up, woah-oh, woah
They pull out they phones and they cameras, they keep on recordin' me, uh
I throw on the Prada's accordingly, uh
How she get so addicted? She say she need more of me
Say she need more of me
Stay in your lane, baby, move in accordingly
I ain't taking my chances with none of these ho's
She post me on the 'Gram, she still cool with endorsin' me
She gon' keep reinforcin' me
Baby, DeLoreme, nah, I mean can you get me a DeLorean?
I need to talk to the older me
She call me Marty from Back To The Future, 'cause I live in the past so she keep on reportin' me
That's what she gon' ask me, I'm in a track meet
Leonardo, baby, can you come catch me?
Catch me if you can, I'm fast as an athlete
Movin' to the speed of light in a Scaddy
Girl, that's nothin', you can send me the addy
Light speed movin' while I'm geeked off the Addy
Sippin' Casamigos, me and a baddie
We hopped in the cooper, now I'm feelin' like Bradley (Ooh) (Yeah)
And I know, my chain, my car, throwin' money in the club, girl, that's all I know, ayy
With my niggas from the east, but we throwin' up dubs, girl, that's all I know (Ooh)
In the GLE Coupe and I'm drivin' so fast, so don't get too close (Yeah)
I'm surrounded by thugs and a bottle of yak with some burnt-out hopes
My chain, my car, throwin' money in the club, girl, that's all I know (Ahh-ahh)
With my guys from the east, but we throwin' up dubs, girl, that's all I know (Yeah)
Pourin' drank on my seat 'cause I'm way too up with some burnt-out hopes
Put Moncleezy all over my passenger bag, girl, it's way too cold, yeah
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