Cars, cars, fancy cars
Gotta have one of those fancy cars
I swear to God, it would be so hard
If I could just get one of those fancy cars
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need cars, cars, fancy cars
Billy just got out jail
Billy just got out jail, jail, yeah
Billy just got out jail
And he's back up in his Chevy and he's givin' it hell
I give you two bets
I bet a dollar they go to sleep on this new shit
Bet I'll take a rapper and snatch him up by his crewneck
They'll be on TikTok like, "Ho, not the suplex"
I just drank a forty-ounce bootleg
And my head is spinnin' like DJ Whoo Kidd
Loopin' beats in the booth, I go stupid
Hotter than Jim Belushi in a jacuzzi
Put a cavity in your toupée like a toothache
Boy, you better hold on loosely
I'm just a nerd playin' with words
I made millions doin' this, it's completely absurd
How effortless it is to me, it's like flyin' for birds
I'm already bored again, I might not finish this verse
Seriously though
Only fuckin' reason I'm rappin' again is for the
Cars, cars, fancy cars
Gotta have one of those fancy cars
I swear to God, it would be so hard
If I could just get one of those fancy cars
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need cars, cars, fancy cars
I sit back with a pack of Zig-Zags, and I
I quit rappin', I'm back, I relapse, and I
Catch a buzz like a bug, I get zapped, and I
Dressed to kill, fresh as hell, the whole pack and I
The low fashion, toe draggin', tip-toe the G-Wagen
Rodeo, no plastic, the platinum
I'm passin' the glass full of Louis
A handful of Aspirin when I landed in Aspen
Like Jim with the bag, it done bought me a cabin
Baby's up, baby's braggin'
They tried to clip my wings like a parrot, a parrot
But I pulled it out the mud like a carrot, a carrot
And where were the parents at? That's a negative
Mommy, don't worry, just sit back, take a sedative
It's been a long trip, never regretted it
'Cause it's been a big win, I am competitive
Baby, the cabbage wasn't green enough, but the lettuce is
You talk about cheese, buddy, I'm swimmin' in cheddar grits
Check in mail like a letter is
And I said it with confidence, fuck 'em all
Miss me with the rhetoric for cars
Cars, cars, fancy cars
Gotta have one of those fancy cars
I swear to God, it would be so hard
If I could just get one of those fancy cars
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need cars, cars, fancy cars
Cars, cars, fancy cars
Gotta have one of those fancy cars
I swear to God, it would be so hard
If I could just get one of those fancy cars
I need wheels
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