| 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 |