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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' weed in it Without no window tints, to me that don't make no sense Can't hide, when you this fly Them niggas 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 niggas ain't even close They don't want no smoke Them niggas 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 Aus Songtexte Mania