Pedal To The Medal (feat. Johnny Juliano)

Cool

Blue ice

Things never looked this nice

It's the life we live, it's the price we pay

Four hundred a zip, Imperial Rosé

Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless

Vow to never break your heart or a promise

I got us

Ain't a showoff, just being honest

You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour 'em

Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars

Other bitches, you heard about 'em

But you're moving forward and never backwards

Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice

Love to role play, you studying to be an actress

What the haps is? I'ma call you later

Then I'll fall through, maybe we can all get faded

And I'm one hundred, them others tryin' to fake it

Self made G, millionaire in the making

Boss of my team, bringin' home the bacon

Your **** fallin' off, you need a replacement

Face it, now you drunk and your heart's racing

Let me buy you a drink, better yet, a bottle

Girl, you look good, you remind me of a model

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Blue ice

So it's off to the crib, girly gon' follow

Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, uh

The money come in, the money go

The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes

So I keep it G

Continually stack this paper while all them bitches chase me

Won't be a net for your safety

Bitch can't hold her self down

Then she bound to drizzown

We party in Vegas

Smokin' Pina Colada papers

Travel the world, people know what our face is

Waitress bringin' 'em by the cases

For me and my real ****, we not in the Matrix

I'm talkin' plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang with

Can probably make you leave your man

For first class living, taking pictures in the sand

Hundred-thousand-dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan

So you rollin' if you know like I know

Them **** don't go where I go

Gangster

Let me buy you a drink, better yet, a bottle

Girl, you look good, you remind me of a model

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

So it's off to the crib, girly gon' follow

Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, mami, I ****s with you, borderline stuck with you

I roll up, hit the airport, and stunt with you

Count all this bread, maybe split a cut with you

No respect for **** who smoke blunts with you

All wins, no loss

Big house, mowed lawn

No lease, owned cars

Straight work, I'm my own boss

Let me buy you a drink, better yet, a bottle

Girl, you look good, you remind me of a model

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, 501 young

So it's off to the crib, girly gon' follow

Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle

Better get rid of them ****ing geeks you with

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fly with the gang, uh

Yeah, pain and paper planes

Uh, should never be the same

Bitches slippin' off they wedding rings

**** broke 'cause we've been gettin' all the change