Cadillac Freestyle
I think you know
I just wanna put on a show
For the ladies and the hoes
Hop in a car and go
I'm talking 'bout way out
Car go zoom, go way out
Black car, all shine
Y'all don't think its mine
I ain't gotta prove you wrong this time
Speeding nigga, that's a crime
But you know that imma go
Way out
Car go zoom, go way out
In my Cadillac
Oh, in my Cadillac
Imma drive in my Cadillac
Oh, in my Cadillac
And you know that imma go
Way out, Car go zoom, go way out
In my Cadillac
Oh, in my Cadillac
Imma drive in my Cadillac
Oh, in my Cadillac
Way out, way out
In my Cadillac
Driving around in my Cadillac
Driving too fast, ain't no looking back (Cuz i'm driving)
Driving around in my Cadillac
I'm too far out (Too far out)
I'm too far out (Too far out)
Whipping in the Cadillac
It's not a space coupe
Nigga need to face the facts
That i don't need you
Anyways, i'm driving fast, i'm kinda past that
Thought you were the one, but ah
We know how that goes
I'm way out, i'm smoking on the big dope
See gas clouds, just know i'm on the west coast
Me and Broshiyo ain't never going back now
He don't even drive, he still on the She yo
Catch him in the Cadillac bumping heat strokes
You be in her DM's still trynna beat though
Why?
I don't know why
Drive
Baby, just drive
Don't lie to me
Just drive with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just wanna put on a show
For the ladies and the hoes
Hop in a car and go
I'm talking 'bout way out
Car go zoom, go way out
Black car, all shine
Y'all don't think its mine
I ain't gotta prove you wrong this time
Speeding nigga, that's a crime
But you know that imma go
Way out
Car go zoom, go way out
In my Cadillac
Oh, in my Cadillac
Imma drive in my Cadillac
Oh, in my Cadillac
And you know that imma go
Way out, Car go zoom, go way out
In my Cadillac
Oh, in my Cadillac
Imma drive in my Cadillac
Oh, in my Cadillac
Way out, way out
In my Cadillac
Driving around in my Cadillac
Driving too fast, ain't no looking back (Cuz i'm driving)
Driving around in my Cadillac
I'm too far out (Too far out)
I'm too far out (Too far out)
Whipping in the Cadillac
It's not a space coupe
Nigga need to face the facts
That i don't need you
Anyways, i'm driving fast, i'm kinda past that
Thought you were the one, but ah
We know how that goes
I'm way out, i'm smoking on the big dope
See gas clouds, just know i'm on the west coast
Me and Broshiyo ain't never going back now
He don't even drive, he still on the She yo
Catch him in the Cadillac bumping heat strokes
You be in her DM's still trynna beat though
Why?
I don't know why
Drive
Baby, just drive
Don't lie to me
Just drive with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Najah Dillard
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