| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey | |
| [Young Dro:] | |
| Okay. Aye they ain't gon like this *******t right here | |
| [Travis Porter:] | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa | |
| [Young Dro:] | |
| Aye Tip, check this out, aye, push it. Travis Porter what's hannin', push it! | |
| [Hook: Travis Porter] | |
| I'm in at Hot Wheel and I'm driving real fast | |
| And I'm sma*******ng on the gas, I'm tryna do the dash | |
| Hot Wheel: got 200 on the dash | |
| Man I'm driving real fast, I'm tryna do the dash | |
| Push it! (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) | |
| Push it! (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) | |
| [Verse 1: Strap (of Travis Porter)] | |
| I'm in a hot wheel til I light this here | |
| Tap my ******* she switch my gear | |
| Diamond *******ning they all clear | |
| PHMG they all here | |
| Tattoos they all over me | |
| She see me kissin all on my tip | |
| He say I'm a rookie ******, I been doing it for years | |
| Better take a look at me, better check my booking fee | |
| I been cooking *******t off in the kitchen but I ain't Lil' B | |
| Pull up in a Hot Wheel, ******* need a green card | |
| All-red candy paint, ****** this your dream car | |
| I'm that mutha****** ****** all the ******* scheme for | |
| When she with me, she be hoping all her girlfriends seen her | |
| She suck a ****** so good, but why you think she on my team for | |
| I got her dancing slow, in slow mo like she on lean or something | |
| Smoking on that dro, got that ho drinking ****** | |
| Hear me coming down the street: 'Rari, screaming | |
| Pinky ring doing numbers, *******ning, blinging | |
| Ink all on my body and I'm hotter than a demon | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Young Dro] | |
| Hold on let me rip this ho | |
| Car so fast I flipped that ho | |
| Tell them boys don't play with Dro | |
| Pause that *******, skip that ho | |
| Black coat let my coupe in here | |
| Decapitate my roof in here | |
| The reason why they ask for Dro cause they wanted the truth in here | |
| Just like Star, I'm rockin ya | |
| [?] | |
| I'm poppin ya | |
| I knew something was fishy going on like tilapia | |
| You ain't ****** with pimpin though | |
| My wrist blow up like indigo | |
| I like a model ******* but I would rather Oprah Winfrey though | |
| The richest ******* up in this ******* | |
| My paint flop and then flip in this | |
| My Glock it got a clip in it | |
| My car so wet it's drippin *******t | |
| They copy me like Kinko do | |
| Diamond chain, one pink one blue | |
| Car so fast, my speakers on blast | |
| Don't race me boy, I'm *******ttin on you | |
| Hold up they can't take this *******t | |
| I spaz out with no brakes and *******t | |
| I'm Bosco with this cake and *******t | |
| Congo dro, ape and *******t | |
| I saw yo broad and took that ******* | |
| Wassup with all that liquor *******t? | |
| You see these horses on my car | |
| 'Rari ******* I'm pu*******n it | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: T.I.] | |
| I'm mindin mine, in 599s | |
| New Ferraris, know that I'm ballin ho | |
| 400, 000 in public housing, | |
| [?] | |
| blunt of dro | |
| Through Atlanta station I'm pu*******n | |
| Every corner I'm hookin | |
| Bad ******* just lookin | |
| Tryna throw me that ******* | |
| Say what happened baby I can't | |
| Cause them ******s cool, but they ain't shawty | |
| Wrist froze and I can't thaw it | |
| Hundred mil well that ain't hard, I'm hard | |
| As a mutha******a, swear to God, I'm God | |
| To the trap ******s and **** boys... pause | |
| Blow a half a mil just cause, ball | |
| Money ain't a thang, not at all | |
| Drink the lean and get kool-aid | |
| Get high on pills for like 2 days | |
| Fresh to death in that | |
| [?] | |
| Diamonds clearer than Blu-ray | |
| Aye! Ain't no fugaze, I'm too major, I'm super paid | |
| Say 30 mil, better double that | |
| That money short then we double back | |
| Got rubber bands around 30 racks | |
| I'm trouble man so where the trouble at? | |
| I got a truck load of them hood rats | |
| I push through, where your hood at? | |
| [Hook] |