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(Damn, that's Surreal right there?) Money in my face (What?), hoes in my face (What?) Pocket full of money, I ain't runnin' out of space (What?) Mama said, "Baby you done came a long way" (Woo) Still eatin' ramen noodles, bitch I like the taste Dale Earnhardt, nigga, do you wanna race? (What?) Mirror mirror on the wall, bitch, I look great (Woo) Daytona 500, high speed chase (What?) Put you in your place (Yeah), bitch get out the way (Move) Ridin' in a fast car, yeah, bitch, I might be Ridin' in a NASCAR, yeah, bitch, I might be Sippin' on Bud Lite like that shit was iced tea (Woo) Main bitch wet, you would think she was a Pisce (Woo, woo) Dale Earnhardt (What?), push a go-kart (What?) Dirty ass Vans like we at a trailer park (What?) Shinin' in the dark, I look like a star Bitch, I feel like Gucci Mane, iced out, brr (Brr) Drip with the swag, got sauce on my white tee (Woo) Dolce and Gabbanas on my feet (Woo), these ain't no Nikes (Woo) I'm an astronaut like BBC Icecream (Yeah) Big Baby Earnhardt (Yeah), I'm so icy (Yeah, bitch) Yeah, got about a quarter milli' stacked up in the bank Still be eatin' 7-Eleven, bitch, I like the taste SongtexteCalifornia boy, Indiana raised Indy 500, switchin' bitches, switchin' lanes Just checked out the fit, bitch, I look great Workin' too hard, I think I might need a raise I'm a rockstar, I'ma be one of the greats If you talk down, I'ma put you in your place It's just me and Big Baby, don't care if you hate me Pull up to your city, got these bitches goin' crazy We doin' donuts in the big body Mercedes Feel like Dale Earnhardt, come race me Money in my face (What?), hoes in my face (What?) Pocket full of money, I ain't runnin' out of space (What?) Mama said, "Baby you done came a long way" (Woo) Still eatin' ramen noodles, bitch I like the taste Dale Earnhardt, nigga, do you wanna race? (What?) Mirror mirror on the wall, bitch, I look great (Woo) Daytona 500, high speed chase (What?) Put you in your place (Yeah), bitch get out the way (Move) I got swagger, I got bags up Buyin' bottles at the bar, ran the tab up I'ma stack up (Yeah), 'til I'm racked up (Yeah) Jeff Gordon on my body, I go faster (Brr) Mr. Lahey, wanna race me Got a bitch named Lexus and Mercedes Yeah, they chase me, think they wanna date me (Yeah) Number one bitch, know you can't replace me (Yeah) I'm a master, of disaster I'ma bless a bitch just like a pastor (Pastor) Flexin' like Stone Cold, but my name ain't Steve (But my name ain't Steve) Nigga, I'm the G-O-A, motherfuckin' T, hold on (Mothafuckin' T) Money in my face (What?), hoes in my face (What?) Pocket full of money, I ain't runnin' out of space (What?) Mama said, "Baby you done came a long way" (Woo) Still eatin' ramen noodles, bitch, I like the taste Dale Earnhardt, nigga, do you wanna race? (What?) Mirror mirror on the wall, bitch I look great (Woo) Daytona 500, high speed chase (What?) Put you in your place (Yeah), bitch get out the way (Move) (Damn, that's Surreal right there?) Aus Songtexte Mania