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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T-Wayne
T-Wayne
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
Tyshon Nobles
Tyshon Nobles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jarrod Lacy
Jarrod Lacy
Mixing Engineer
30Roc
30Roc
Producer

Lyrics

First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
Her man a bit lit like a motherfucking torch
And I don't want it if it ain't sitting like a horse
I be balling, I be balling like score
I'm sipping lean and I can feel it in my body
I'ma pull up on 'em like I'm Ricky Bobby
I swear that I don't want your girl if she ain't cocky
I ain't got no kids but she still call me papi
I got attitude, I got gratitude
And like my mixtape, I got your girl coming soon
I been through it all since I came out of the womb
My flow ten times hotter than the month of June
But you can have it, baby
I got 'em going crazy
New paper flow, I'm getting paper on the daily
And a chick got a patch, so I know they hate me
But guess what?
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the all white Turbo
My Vans all red like a glass of the Merlot
Wax on the joint make the motherfucker burn slow
And everyday I wake up out with twenty-five pre-rolled
Tinted the windows, I bought Forgiattos
I feel like the shit, yeah
And the seat back low in ****'s shit
My 911 left your Panamera
Your Carerra in my rearview mirror
Two hundred bands and you could drive one of these
Only fuck with gangsters and strippers, no Yeez
Pull up on your girl, bet she gonna hop in
Turn up the music, got her head bobbing, whoa
All in the piece, girl this shit not a lease
Dollar Sign a beast
Run her like centipede
My man, Hennessy, that's all my **** drink
I tell her
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the all black Phantom
Touch down on the **** just like Manning
Me and my friends will roll till these **** can't stand it
Trapper of the year, bitch, give me a Grammy
Look at that, look at that root
Look at the rims on that Bentley
Just hop out the Porsche, look at the paint on that bitch
Hundreds drowning me whole like a faucet
Hundreds hanging dead **** in my closet
Stacking up the money like government cheese
Ten bands on some fresh new Louis
Spending all the money like it came from over seas
Porsche Cayenne, I done bought my girl three
She put that ass on me like a horsey
Turned around and said "****, you can't afford me"
I looked right back at her and I said to her
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
That she crazy
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
First let me hop out the motherfucking Porsche
Written by: Samuel Gloade, Sanchez Russell, Selim Bouab, Stanley Ramon Atwater, Tyshon Nobles
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