My Chevrolet

I been getting money up in my Chevrolet
Counting up these hundreds up in my Chevrolet
Yeah
Up in my Chevrolet
My Chevrolet
My Chevrolet
Pour up, ride, sip, lean
Pour up, ride, sip, lean
Pour up, ride, sip, lean
I swear these bitches love me when I'm in my Chevrolet
502 H.O. big block
Make a lot of noise when I bleed that block
Leather and wood cruising all through the hood
Feel so damn good when I drop that top
Make a pit stop by the quick stop
Illusion paint we call it flip flop
Hop out so damn fresh and clean
Fill my styrofoam cup to the tip top
Got them offsets wrapped in two seventy five
Twenty five twenty eight
(Twenty five twenty eight)
Paid ten bands just for the wheels alone, I know them niggas gone hate
(I know them niggas gone hate)
But they broads love it, can't blame em tho
One thang for certain you can't change a hoe
Of course they gone wanna get with this pimpin
When they heard through the grapevine I'm next to blow
Pour up, ride, sip, lean
Pour up, ride, sip, lean
Pour up, ride, sip, lean
I swear these bitches love me when I'm in my Chevrolet
(I'm next to blow)
(I'm next to blow)
(I'm next to blow)
(I'm next to blow)
(I'm next to blow)
(I'm next to blow)



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