To go, to go, to go, to go
The sounds (Yeah) Just the wind on my skin
Uh, fine fabrics, interior serious
Dash board lavish, 14-Karat gold instruments
I'm outside looking at it, I didn't even sit in it yet
I can't believe that it's just how I envisioned it
Watchin' the speed limits baby, we smokin' **** in it
Without no window tints, to me that don't make no sense
Can't hide, when you this fly
Them ****** is seeing it
Takin' in this sunset on the lake
While reminiscing on how narrowly I escaped
We divide the cake, brunches with the heads of state
Mimosas on different coasts and these ****** ain't even close
They don't want no smoke
Them ****** broke they wan't hand outs
I'd rather hand them a rope
Standing in one place won't get you paid
They fire desperation shots but I'm not fazed