Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Car , by - Mo B. DickRelease date: 14.07.2014
Song language: English
My Car |
| All because of my car |
| All because of my car |
| All because of my car |
| I’m in my car, cruisin to the beat |
| Trippin off, off these money hungry freaks |
| Wanna be down, wit a super star |
| Cuz you know I got money an a cold blooded car |
| Must be the Beamer (Must be the Beamer) |
| Thats turning you on |
| Must be the Benz (Must be the Benz) |
| I ain’t takin you home |
| Must be the Cruiser (Must be the Cruiser) |
| Got you flaggin me down |
| Must be the Rover (Must be the Rover) |
| Makes you wanna be around |
| I hits an run like an accident |
| Mr. hit em fast an slow is back again |
| If you don’t believe me go an ask a friend |
| I got more hoes than the ozone |
| I hits em wit they close on |
| (Why's that Silkk?) |
| So they can go home |
| I rolls up on a bucket, she got a man |
| But when I rolls up in a Benz, das when she hops in |
| An thas how its gon' happen to her |
| I don’t mean to be like mackin to her or rappin to her |
| But I’m jus askin to her |
| Now back up in the days I run game on em |
| They wanna play games so I bought a Lexus from my homie |
| An the next day after that, game don’t stop |
| (Where ya car at) |
| I be like man, its in tha shop |
| But now I’m on top now |
| Put the… top down |
| See how many number I can jot down, how many girl I can knock down |
| An plus up on my block, now it ain’t gon' stop |
| Now, since I got a little cash |
| Now I dash down the block but I keep my game tight |
| When Im in the Rover, I gets the guests the same night |
| You try skeezin me, should be try pleasin me |
| Alizay to get the draws off easily |
| Thas when I switch my game over |
| You blame it on a hang over I blame it on the Range Rover |
| An I ain’t tryin to hear that |
| (Oh it’s like that, huh?) |
| Like that, like that |
| When I’m flossin on these ghetto streets |
| Can’t see how I get stopped by those crooked police |
| I can’t understand, why they player hate |
| An they ask me these question, like how much money I make |
| Now it’s none of their business, how I make my ends |
| An you can’t get a piece of my funky dividends |
| I guess you could say, I got it goin on |
| Cuz I keep seein girlies an they won’t leave me alone |
| I guess the PD is tryin to see me in the State Pen |
| Behind me tryin to run my license plate in |
| Im checkin my rear view, but I ain’t gon' trip, bruh |
| Waitin for me to slip up, show me some ID wit yo' picture |
| I guess they wanna see my bank statement |
| See how much money that Im makin |
| But I guess they just be hatin |
| They need to start missin me, stop trippin G |
| I guess they mad cuz I got more gold than Mr T |
| An all these freaks wanna get in my gangsta ride |
| Cuz I got it front to back, an side to side |
| But I ain’t got time |
| I gotta do my thang |
| An if you wanna front you know I can hang |
| Now you know that I never wanna perpetrate |
| Cuz y’all playa hate |
| You fools better recognize |
| That a No Limit Soldier is on the rise |
| Must be the Bentley (Must be the Bentley) |
| That’s turnin you on |
| Must be the Lex (Must be the Lexus) |
| That’s why I’m takin you home |
| Must be the Caddie (Must be the Caddie) |
| Got you flaggin me down |
| Must be the Cutlass (Must be the Cutlass) |
| Why you wanna be around |