[Chorus]
I'm in my whip, yeah, my new Lamborghini
Pop out the bottle off like a genie
Girls in the back, all drip
Ride so fast, you'd think I'm Houdini
That sports car is flat like a panini
That girl wanna ride shotgun so I call her Queenie
Travis Scott hoodie with Jackboys beanie
Skid marks look like some hot fettuccini
[Verse 1]
In the Ferrari, there's a body, a copy of my favorite army, a Barbie, and a cup of coffee, I'm sorry, are we? Call up Charlie and Ali and Bobby and party. I'm not Bengali or Guajarati just Marathi but I like my turkeys like I like Barney
Whip the Bugatti, that girl knows karate, pass the scotty but don't be naughty
[Verse 2]
Get in the Rolls Royce, that's the goals and choice, find your roles and voice, get control and rejoice, think of the souls employed, and the scrolls poised, but forget that and hop in the Rolls Royce
[Verse 3]
Whip the McLaren, in the barren, call up Sharon, ask how it happened, imagine your fashion had done no passion. Blow up the cabin, pull up in a wagon, compassion, no canon, but who want's salmon from a dragon's mouth. But, we gotta ration every gallon but whatever, just hop in the McLaren
[Verse 4]
Watch the Bimmer, how it glimmer, though I'm a swimmer, the lights go dimmer, and the trimmer goes slimmer. Winner winner, something about dinner, but your printer makes me feel thinner, all these beginners, I can't even consider. Cuz they differ, guys need to look in the mirror, and see the deliver needs to be bigger. They both singers, but I'll pull the trigger, and I stack liquor, and I'm so much richer, strong like a pillar
[Chorus]
I'm in my whip, yeah, my new Lamborghini
Pop out the bottle off like a genie
Girls in the back, all drip
Ride so fast, you'd think I'm Houdini
That sports car is flat like a panini
That girl wanna ride shotgun so I call her Queenie
Travis Scott hoodie with Jackboys beanie
Skid marks look like some hot fettuccini
I'm in my whip, yeah, my new Lamborghini
Pop out the bottle off like a genie
Girls in the back, all drip
Ride so fast, you'd think I'm Houdini
That sports car is flat like a panini
That girl wanna ride shotgun so I call her Queenie
Travis Scott hoodie with Jackboys beanie
Skid marks look like some hot fettuccini
[Verse 1]
In the Ferrari, there's a body, a copy of my favorite army, a Barbie, and a cup of coffee, I'm sorry, are we? Call up Charlie and Ali and Bobby and party. I'm not Bengali or Guajarati just Marathi but I like my turkeys like I like Barney
Whip the Bugatti, that girl knows karate, pass the scotty but don't be naughty
[Verse 2]
Get in the Rolls Royce, that's the goals and choice, find your roles and voice, get control and rejoice, think of the souls employed, and the scrolls poised, but forget that and hop in the Rolls Royce
[Verse 3]
Whip the McLaren, in the barren, call up Sharon, ask how it happened, imagine your fashion had done no passion. Blow up the cabin, pull up in a wagon, compassion, no canon, but who want's salmon from a dragon's mouth. But, we gotta ration every gallon but whatever, just hop in the McLaren
[Verse 4]
Watch the Bimmer, how it glimmer, though I'm a swimmer, the lights go dimmer, and the trimmer goes slimmer. Winner winner, something about dinner, but your printer makes me feel thinner, all these beginners, I can't even consider. Cuz they differ, guys need to look in the mirror, and see the deliver needs to be bigger. They both singers, but I'll pull the trigger, and I stack liquor, and I'm so much richer, strong like a pillar
[Chorus]
I'm in my whip, yeah, my new Lamborghini
Pop out the bottle off like a genie
Girls in the back, all drip
Ride so fast, you'd think I'm Houdini
That sports car is flat like a panini
That girl wanna ride shotgun so I call her Queenie
Travis Scott hoodie with Jackboys beanie
Skid marks look like some hot fettuccini
( Stingr )
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