They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
When bret hart meet brett farve
Got like a hundred cars
We drive around in million dollar sports cars
Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
Run away from the cars...
And mine somewhere bout mars
From the projects to the penthouse
Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house
Whiskey cigars and fast cars?
Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops
Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars
Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars
When that thing gon fly
Cars are passing by, guy
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