"FAST CAR!" lyrics
JELEEL! & Ty Dolla $ign Lyrics
You're now tuned in, to REAL RAW
JELEEL!, yeah
Rollin' up in a fast car (Woah)
She was like "Damn boy, you that raw" (Woah)
Had enough, does it matter? (Yeah)
I'm run it up like a track star (Dolla $ign, yeah)
Track star, fast car, NASCAR (Woo)
Yeah, black car, Lambo, not a Jaguar (Woo)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, zaza in a glass jar
Different color bitches in my section, this a snack bar
Dolla $ign, yeah, JELEEL!, yeah
Shorty what's up? what's the deal, yeah?
Don't tell me what I wanna hear, baby, tell me the real, yeah
First time I let her be sucking this shit she let me drill, yeah (Yeah)
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bow, bow, bow
That pussy impressed with these drugs
Ass is up, I nut on her face, it look like Ranch dressin'
I got a girl, she keep asking questions
Dolla don't fuck with police or detectives
Gotta keep a smithen on me for protection
I'm in the Lambo, lil' bitch, not a Lexus, woah
Yeah, Rollin' up in a fast car (Woah)
She was like "Damn boy, you that raw" (Woah)
Had enough, does it matter? (Yeah)
I'm run it up like a track star
Rollin', I'm goin', I'm goin', I'm goin'
I'm showin' my niggas is with it (No)
Hop out the whip, like a star
She say my drip is too hard (Go)
The money is comin', the honies, they runnin
She tellin' me I am the fittest (No)
She tellin' me, "Baby, I really do love you"
My baby, I know, and I get it (Go)
Go and get your hoe, she be choosin' (Go)
I be in my mode, always movin' (Go)
Too damn live in the crew, man (Go)
Too damn high, we the movement
Yeah, Rollin' up in a fast car (Woah)
She was like "Damn boy, you that raw" (Woah)
Had enough, does it matter? (Yeah)
I'm run it up like a track star
Yeah, Rollin' up in a fast car (Woah)
She was like "Damn boy, you that raw" (Woah)
Had enough, does it matter? (Yeah)
I'm run it up like a track star
JELEEL!, yeah
Rollin' up in a fast car (Woah)
She was like "Damn boy, you that raw" (Woah)
Had enough, does it matter? (Yeah)
I'm run it up like a track star (Dolla $ign, yeah)
Track star, fast car, NASCAR (Woo)
Yeah, black car, Lambo, not a Jaguar (Woo)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, zaza in a glass jar
Different color bitches in my section, this a snack bar
Dolla $ign, yeah, JELEEL!, yeah
Shorty what's up? what's the deal, yeah?
Don't tell me what I wanna hear, baby, tell me the real, yeah
First time I let her be sucking this shit she let me drill, yeah (Yeah)
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bow, bow, bow
That pussy impressed with these drugs
Ass is up, I nut on her face, it look like Ranch dressin'
I got a girl, she keep asking questions
Dolla don't fuck with police or detectives
Gotta keep a smithen on me for protection
I'm in the Lambo, lil' bitch, not a Lexus, woah
Yeah, Rollin' up in a fast car (Woah)
She was like "Damn boy, you that raw" (Woah)
Had enough, does it matter? (Yeah)
I'm run it up like a track star
Rollin', I'm goin', I'm goin', I'm goin'
I'm showin' my niggas is with it (No)
Hop out the whip, like a star
She say my drip is too hard (Go)
The money is comin', the honies, they runnin
She tellin' me I am the fittest (No)
She tellin' me, "Baby, I really do love you"
My baby, I know, and I get it (Go)
Go and get your hoe, she be choosin' (Go)
I be in my mode, always movin' (Go)
Too damn live in the crew, man (Go)
Too damn high, we the movement
Yeah, Rollin' up in a fast car (Woah)
She was like "Damn boy, you that raw" (Woah)
Had enough, does it matter? (Yeah)
I'm run it up like a track star
Yeah, Rollin' up in a fast car (Woah)
She was like "Damn boy, you that raw" (Woah)
Had enough, does it matter? (Yeah)
I'm run it up like a track star
