] And thats a round of applause Ladies and gentleman I'd like to shout out Taylor Gang And shout out my car keys It's big business bitch. [Chevy Woods
Hey, I would clean my soul, But that's not my thing! We are the game, by the way! [Chorus:] Smoking by the... Drinking by the gallon, Party all late
Yea. Yea. Uh, you know we the Gang, baby. She say she in love with my gang. She in love with my gang. She say she in love with my gang. She in love
I got my hand on the wheel weed smoke up in the answer Looking just like money bitches dollars everywhere Hand hand on the wheel weed smoke up in the
nice round of applause Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to shout out taylor gang And shout out my car keys, haha it's big business bitch. [Chevy Woods:]
some flicks Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy
and push a bucket break, scrubbing paint Bubbling up again on my hood Gotta get it while the gettin good Chemist with the pimpin mix the leather with the cherry wood
say get it girl When you see me in the club they say get it girl When you see me in the club they say get it girl When you see me in the club okay [Verse 2:] Chevy low, wood
loops, diamonds look like juicy fruit, see through golden-brownish coupe, same color as applejucie..flashy as a stacker 2, safe like da crackers do, green and golden chevy
I rep, S.I., dig it? Fifty cal' flow, get low Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa Steady, heavy like the 5-2 Chevy Niggas ain't ready, I turn out your lights
ha chorus: [Big Gipp] Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood
Mount It Up And Drop The Purp At Cant You Tell Im Hood Rich You Aint From My Hood Bitch Sont You See The Leather Seats The Way We Grate The Wood Pimp
I fool guys It's the credible, edible, federal when I'm high On the hills on the lane 64 Chevy the brains Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome
drop? (do ya thang) Ain't nothing to it "G" game spit fluidly groups of hos pursuing me as if it's more than two of me [ ] Money my Chevy earns and
eggs and break fast Cause I know how to handle your fake ass I'm a ride on you and hide you in yesterday's trash Pull up in the Chevy's spraying rounds
heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys On them D's and them Vogues When we shinin on them hoes Yeah, we ridin in them heavy Chevys, them heavy Chevys Beatin
man, wild as the Taliban Nine in my right, forty-five in my other hand I'm in trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand Chevy's
