RACECAR (feat. Clairo, Coco & Clair Clair)

In my racecar

In my racecar

In my racecar

In my racecar

In my racecar

In my racecar

Everyone tell me I'm crazy

Picking up a boy that drives a Camry (Yeah)

I just wanna be your lady

Rolling one up and we can get hazy

Baby, I'm a racecar driver

Speedy bitch, catch up, need a reminder?

I get sassy like a tiger

One look at me know what you desire

Alright, okay

Alright, okay

Alright, okay

Alright, okay

It's Daytona 500, baby

Tie your shoelace while I win this race yeah (Bitch)

Got too many things on my plate

And you're too worried about reaching first base, yeah

I'm the next AJ Ferguson

Girls hit me up, skin soft like porcelain

Yeah, my interior's suede

But all I really want is the money, getting paid, yeah

All I really want is money, getting paid

All I really want is money getting paid

Ok

Whoa whoa whoa

So you're telling me

This is how the girls turn up?

Hmm, then I'ma stick with the girls

I'm a Nascar bitch

In a nice car, bitch

Speeding to this money

Call me, "Big Rich"

Counting bank rolls

In a Rolls Royce

Leave you in the dust

Fans scream and lose their voice

You know I love you

I don't mean to drive you crazy

Let's keep it peachy

Drive down Peachtree

In the fast lane

Where the police at? (Vroom-vroom)

Where the police at? (Vroom-vroom)

Where the police at? (Vroom-vroom)

Where the police at? (Vroom-vroom)

We're cute but psycho

Just sit tight, boy

Let the girls play

Drive to the left

Drive to the right

Turn around now y'all

(Okay)

Call the cops!

Yeah

All I really want is money, getting paid

All I really want is money, getting paid

I be Reba in my Racecar

I be Reba in my Racecar

Money, getting paid

Money, getting paid