Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,
They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box
Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks
Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
Got like a hundred cars
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
Watching for hollow-tip shots
Hoes love me because of my cars
Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house
My garage full of cars that bounce
Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments
All i need is moola cars and friends
Drive real fast when i'm in my cars
And mine somewhere bout mars
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