40th Anniversary
What's up?
I woke up this morning and bought a Mustang
But not just a Mustang baby, a fortieth anniversary
Go ahead and hop in
Let's been a few corners
Clean on the outside, cream on the inside
Had to cop a classic you know how us G's ride
Bend a few corners show you the city like a tour guide
I don't send a text hear the exhaust when I'm outside
Twenty inch blades feel like back in days
Watch the OG's playing spades lot of game how I was made
Spencer did the fade, my polo it is suede
I don't like to dream about getting paid
I'm up early in the morning trying to get it
At the red light windows down, Sox fitted
They thought I lost the Lac cause I ain't drove it in a minute
Yesterday was at my cougar crib she been mad cause I ain't stopped by to visit
I told her chill, what you tripping for?
Got some neck bones on the stove what them hitting for?
Threw twenty in the tank at the Grab N Go
Never seen a bitch I need or an UFO
Dice game at Scooter crib I'm yelling ten to four
On the couch, mack a broad off this Christian Bros
I like classy, I like bougie and them ratchet hoes
This the fortieth anniversary you see it on the doors
I woke up this morning and bought a Mustang
But not just a Mustang baby, a fortieth anniversary
Go ahead and hop in
Let's been a few corners
Clean on the outside, cream on the inside
Had to cop a classic you know how us G's ride
Bend a few corners show you the city like a tour guide
I don't send a text hear the exhaust when I'm outside
Twenty inch blades feel like back in days
Watch the OG's playing spades lot of game how I was made
Spencer did the fade, my polo it is suede
I don't like to dream about getting paid
I'm up early in the morning trying to get it
At the red light windows down, Sox fitted
They thought I lost the Lac cause I ain't drove it in a minute
Yesterday was at my cougar crib she been mad cause I ain't stopped by to visit
I told her chill, what you tripping for?
Got some neck bones on the stove what them hitting for?
Threw twenty in the tank at the Grab N Go
Never seen a bitch I need or an UFO
Dice game at Scooter crib I'm yelling ten to four
On the couch, mack a broad off this Christian Bros
I like classy, I like bougie and them ratchet hoes
This the fortieth anniversary you see it on the doors
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Writer(s): Alan Ellis
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