would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me) My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain
see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoe Loiue V offended me, {?} in my Bentley C And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she empty Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger
scarfs Get your lady clapped in her mouth, tell her to shut up It's Queensbridge thugging you out give me your dub ups Go 'head reach for it The reverend
way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her
voltron up, i transform her to a Ducati and then I transform me to a Bugatti, cos her form puts me in a trance, i transform smaller and she puts me in her
i know is that i go and get my money Again and again top down Let the money blow in the wind The bad bitch sitting in the passenger seat With the dooby
'm lookin at my passenger side I realize that there's room for one oh [Chorus:] Can we rewind it back should we just let it go, Cus I use to be someone
treat in the passenger seat Now her ass wanna get somethin to eat From where? She said, "Denny's I figure" I said hell naw cause they don't like niggaz Let's go
so now I gots double The shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for the other strap, the automatic
soda cans I got your bitch in my Rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man
it's like gray outside Shoot dice talkin shit all day outside And even when it's hot, they outside Let em know, how it's gon' go, Bonnie n Clyde And aiyyo
straight busting at you love haters Verse 1: Bonny Clyde, No other girl will ever ride like I ride That's why you need me on your passenger side, Let
Yeah, double R uh (wooo) Come on, Crafty Plugz, what (wooo) GO!!!(*echos*) What up Amaury, yeah (wooo) GO!!!(*echos*) Haha, yeah, let's go, c'mon [Chorus
s on, light'cha truck up Turn ya TV's on, light'cha car up You got a system in that junt, let it wang (Let it wang) 23's, Kinfolks, do ya thang (Do ya
go and step up my game, spit it so right. 'Cause she the flyest thing, in the club. Her, her, her, her, her, her, her-e-er Her, her, her, her, her, her
up & parks & the passenger Shifts nervously in her seat & butterflies Flutter in her belly & the driver Shuts off the engine & moves a little close She giggles a little As he unbuttons her
On the corner with the boosters And she's the fresh cut and they're on her like sutures And I wanna talk to her But her momma has to school her I wanna see her
