I'm goin' hard in the paint, stunt for my niggas who can't
I'm out here havin' my way, I made this shit in a day
They yellin', "Ooh" (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
They yellin', "Ooh" (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
I'm goin' hard in the paint, stunt for my niggas who can't
I'm out here havin' my way, I made this shit in a day
They yellin', "Ooh" (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
They yellin', "Ooh" (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
I just got paid today
Throw some bread off in my tank, show off my paint today
New shoes for the whip when I tiptoe like a damn ballet
(Killed the parkin' lot with no trace)
Throw a rack in a broke bitch face
These hoes don't want no drama, I feel like Mary J
Pop a cap in the back of the drop top, feel like JFK
Don't know what the fuck goin' on, I feel like Marvin Gaye
(Still gassed up with no brakes)
Keep that iron on me in case I have to shoot that fadeaway
I'm goin' hard in the paint, stunt for my niggas who can't
I'm out here havin' my way, I made this shit in a day
They yellin', "Ooh" (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
They yellin', "Ooh" (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
I'm goin' hard in the paint, stunt for my niggas who can't
I'm out here havin' my way, I made this shit in a day
They yellin', "Ooh" (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
They yellin', "Ooh" (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
Turnin' heads like a chiropractor, I break her off, you holla at her
I'm a hot stepper on a giant ladder, my trunk a newborn, it got the rattle
Goin' fishin' all on my plates, my chain so throwed it could fuck up face
My top got drop like your favourite rapper, when the album flop, then it didn't place
Creep and crawl, two miles per hour in the old school, I done scraped it all
The cul-de-sac, the parkin' lot, the valet line, the boulevard
Rims pokin' like Shish kebab on a bar-b-grill, the candy spray
The way I catch a wave, I could pop trunk on a baby seal, for real
I'm goin' hard in the paint, stunt for my niggas who can't
I'm out here havin' my way, I made this shit in a day
They yellin', "Ooh" (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
They yellin', "Ooh" (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
I'm goin' hard in the paint, stunt for my niggas who can't
I'm out here havin' my way, I made this shit in a day
They yellin', "Ooh" (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
They yellin' "Ooh' (ooh), I'm out here turnin' heads
I've been talkin' to God, like shit
I've been talkin' to God, like shit and things have just been comin' together
I've been talkin' to God, I've been talkin' to my motherfuckin' angels that protect me
And I'm just like "Bitch, I'm gucci, I'm not worried about none of this shit"