Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Performer
Mike Hartnett
Mike Hartnett
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Scott
Justin Scott
Composer
Marlon Goodwin
Marlon Goodwin
Composer
Premro Smith
Premro Smith
Composer
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Producer
Ralph Cacciurri
Ralph Cacciurri
Mixing Engineer
Alex Eremin
Alex Eremin
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Key
Brian Key
Assistant Engineer
Eric Bisgyer
Eric Bisgyer
Assistant Engineer
James Kang
James Kang
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Is it me or is it something about a car
That makes a bad bitch get freaky fuck like porno stars?
Or maybe it was that chrome that keep a bopper in the zone
But either way she hit my phone like she can't leave me alone
And that there just keeps happening
Blame it on all this rapping shit
10 out of 10 she dying to fuck, that's just what my average is
Slab and chassis lavishly, wood cabin, digi-dash in it I'm an advocate
Chromed out wheels if you hop in here
You might jet lag a bit
I'm passionate about everything that I want
I do what it do and y'all don't
I put the whole world in my trunk, let it bump
Check the stars out when I ride
Dodgin' potholes with these tires
Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
[Verse 2]
'Cause I got
Money on the floor, lighters on the dresser
Drop my top, no one can do it better
Diamonds and the leather
Wood and the chrome
Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone
Money on the floor, lighters on the dresser
Drop my top, no one can do it better
Diamonds and the leather
Wood and the chrome
Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone
[Verse 3]
She call me Big Baby, I got my Guccis on
Black on black, head to toe, smelling like Prada cologne
Feeling like big pimping, inhale, exhale
Good green, thick lean, give them bitches x pills
Cocaine make them get so loose on them tequila shots
Every time I do it I regret it, the bitch just can't stop
Now she's dancing on the table, skirt done went up to her navel
**** throwing money at her, shit I can't be mad at her
[Verse 4]
You bring the girl to me then I'ma bless her, yessir
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir
My bitch on the block with some money on her mind
A pistol in her purse and a heart full of grind
I'm pimp type, MJ, drop my top, light that dro
Hand on the wood with the pedal on the floor
Forever get dough and I'm clever on the ho
Still get vetted man, never be a scary man
My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie King
[Verse 5]
Money on the floor, lighters on the dresser
Drop my top, no one can do it better
Diamonds and the leather
Wood and the chrome
Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone
Money on the floor, lighters on the dresser
Drop my top, no one can do it better
Diamonds and the leather
Wood and the chrome
Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone
[Verse 6]
25 lighters, 25 cyphers
Went to jail and shared a cell with a 25-to-lifer
Stayed at my grandma house with 25 bibles
Stayed in the trap house with like 25 rifles
Drop my top and I dip, dip, dip
But if I pop my trunk you better duck, don't slip
Chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowing kisses
Reel them hoes in, it look like I'm going fishing
Okay this how I ride, two bad hoes inside
One ho say she ready, the other ho said she tired
I'ma drop this other ho off, me and the other ho we gon' ride
All jokes aside, I'm the get money poster child
[Verse 7]
Money on the floor, lighters on the dresser
Drop my top, no one can do it better
Diamonds and the leather
Wood and the chrome
Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone
Money on the floor, lighters on the dresser
Drop my top, no one can do it better
Diamonds and the leather
Wood and the chrome
Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone
Written by: Justin Scott, Marlon Goodwin, Premro Smith, Tauheed Epps
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