Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Present Ferrari , by - White Dave. Release date: 12.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Present Ferrari |
| Mr. Coogler are you present? |
| Are you still in our presence? |
| Zoned out the whole election |
| You don’t know the answer to these questions |
| Oh I get it you’re a rapper now |
| You ain’t gotta come to class now |
| You can finish up but you don’t really give a fuck |
| Got some ends now you tryna make em meetup |
| Got some ends now you tryna make em meetup |
| Dropped out of college with dreams bigger than texas |
| Praying to god I’m not disappointing my parents |
| Wanna cop em a crib soon as I’m on |
| Feel the reaper lurkin' let me finish this song |
| Can hear the whole world singing this |
| Glory’s at my fingertips |
| Wait, focus where’s my Ritalin? |
| On my stripes like a |
| Dodgin' these hoes |
| Keep my grass cut, fuck these snakes stacking |
| Stop gone, whole noggin exposed |
| Eggnog and Hennessy when I chill with yo girl |
| Vinyls bin why don’t you give em a spin |
| And we can spark a J while I tighten the mix |
| Don’t trip tryna have it all |
| Platinum plaques paintings on the wall |
| Secretaries picking up important calls |
| Interviews and dinner parties with my whole squad |
| Came a long way from having lunch in the yard |
| Mr. Coogler are you present? |
| Are you still in our presence? |
| Zoned out the whole election |
| You don’t know the answer to these questions |
| Oh I get it you’re a rapper now |
| You ain’t gotta come to class now |
| You can finish up but you don’t really give a fuck |
| Got some mans now you tryna make em meetup |
| Got some mans now you tryna make em meetup |
| Tried to make it last key suede with the dough |
| Once the new shit drop I need 50 for the show |
| Tried to buy a chain but got smart with the cheese |
| Copped some shit for my folks, handled all them school fees |
| What’s my occupation? |
| I’m a rapper now |
| Sociology gone have to wait this is the golden hour shining like the sun |
| Hella shade when I come around, got too turn’t |
| Trippin' I need to slow it down |
| Dreams bigger than mountains |
| Remember crying and shouting, couldn’t imagine the pain I put you through |
| I’m certain I’m crazy this shit is drivin' me nuts |
| I should be doing my work, brain lost in a wave |
| Crowd lifted as fuck, ain’t gotta say much |
| Glide out to the mic and get to it |
| It was a struggle but Dave was gone do it |
| No matter the obstacle run through it |
| Mr. Coogler are you present? |
| Are you still in our presence? |
| Zoned out the whole election |
| You don’t know the answer to these questions |
| Oh I get it you’re a rapper now |
| You ain’t gotta come to class now |
| You can finish up but you don’t really give a fuck |
| Got some ends now you tryna make em meetup |
| Got some ends now you tryna make em meetup |
| Part II: Ferrari |
| Get Ready |
| Call me Dave Blanco, nerdy nigga from the set |
| Rolling J with yo BM she hit in my DM’s |
| Hit her with the dick and made her sleepy like it’s PM |
| Catch me with a Black Queen, Asian, European |
| Witnessin' my goals I want solid gold everything |
| Left my old girl now I’m sliding into better things |
| Green stain top gone, activate the kill switch |
| I can see the phonies in my circle, gotta kill them |
| Hanging out the bucket with my motherfucking fist up |
| Forever real champagne in a red cup |
| In a better circle motherfucker cause I’m next up |
| Counting down the bills bitches riddled with the paper cuts |
| Yeah, I ain’t fucking around. |
| Fuck around, get me some motherfucking weed. |
| And say my motherfucking prayers nigga |
| AK, I’mma load it |
| Pushing the wheel like it foreign |
| Smoking on something imported, had to put you on notice |
| I can not wait till I cop this gold, I want a Ferrari from '84 |
| Slick with the work man I’m good with that |
| You should not walk through my hood with that |
| Niggas out here really shoot with that |
| I cannot say I approve of that |
| Niggas do work for the dividends |
| Red dot on your head like an Indian |
| Bang, Uh |
| Ridin' through the rich, feelin' like a couple mil |
| Now my verses worth a brick (Worth a brick though) |
| Still fucking with the mix, still rollin' up fat |
| Still shopping with the rest though (With the rest though) |
| Ridin' through the rich, feelin' like a couple mil |
| Now my verses worth a brick (Worth a brick though) |
| Still fucking with the mix, still rollin' up fat |
| Still shopping with the rest like |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |