Cars Bring Me Out Songtext
von Young Thug feat. Future
Cars Bring Me Out Songtext
Wheezy outta here
Yeah
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin′ off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I′m out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
I was chillin′ at the spot on a bedside′s couch
I wasn't even gon′ do nothin', don′t care 'bout the sun out (yeah)
F- you, lil′ b-, don't let my car bring me out (yeah)
I done got so rich, I think my car bring me out (yeah)
I done got so rich, I let a foreign bring me out (uh)
F- her in the car and told her, "Least it cost a house" (yeah)
I done got so lit, I promise, I never see a drought (I promise)
I don't know the time, I know my watch two-hundred thousand (two-hundred)
Changin′ up the climate, whenever you get through I′m ballin' (when you)
Change it up, my b- down, damn my old b- stalkin′
I don't go outside without a rifle and a forty (Pluto)
Takin′ up the drip and the murder rate in Georgia (yeah)
Mr. Have-His-Way, turn a dime to a quarter (yeah)
Walkin' with a limp, I got racks all on me (yeah)
Probably in the Royce with the stars in the sky
This ain′t 'bout a thot, I let my cars bring me out (out)
Wrap the cash up and vacuum seal, it won't rot
I can bag her, she want the d- ′cause I′m toxic (toxic)
I can spazz out and throw my b- in Givenchy
Her pressure, Baguettes, make everything iconic
Homicide, make sure you stick to the strip
One of a kind, fallin' asleep on a pill (Pluto)
Top of the line art, gotta splash through the crib
Freestyle off the top, and I can make me a M
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin′ off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I′m out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't ′bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich (yeah), I think my cars bring me out
Benz after Benz, I'm on my Maybach sh-
My opp got this one, so I done gave it to my b-
Huh, got a Birkin on my motherf- wrist
Think I'm lyin′? You can dive in this bitch just like a fish
If it still got the odds, it′s a perfect dish
Give it to my kid, I'm ′bout to eat this whole wig
Gave her nine racks like a motherf- Sig
If you make some mills in the pandemic, then you big
Take the Porsche away (yeah), fillin' up a safe (yeah)
Got the Bugatti (yeah), f- a pool party (yeah)
Pourin′ weed in her p- like I'm Bob Marley (yeah)
All my dawgs got it (yeah), we don′t do no barkin'
N- put me out, so I bought the shop (yeah)
I put my cars in this b-, now it's a parkin′ spot
We had more oil in the city, back when it was a drought
They thought I got rid of it, I had brang the wraith for y′all
Livin' legitimate, I′m swervin' in a foreign car
Cheetah print, leather Goyard
It ain′t 'bout a thot, I let this money do seducin′
I turn two-hundred on a dash to a movie
I done got so rich, f- two b- in a coupe
I'm paranoid, hundred rounds on me too
It ain't no cap in my rap, I got proof
Took me a nap and had on three mill′ in jewels (Pluto)
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin′ off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I′m out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't ′bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't ′bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Yeah
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin′ off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I′m out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
I was chillin′ at the spot on a bedside′s couch
I wasn't even gon′ do nothin', don′t care 'bout the sun out (yeah)
F- you, lil′ b-, don't let my car bring me out (yeah)
I done got so rich, I think my car bring me out (yeah)
I done got so rich, I let a foreign bring me out (uh)
F- her in the car and told her, "Least it cost a house" (yeah)
I done got so lit, I promise, I never see a drought (I promise)
I don't know the time, I know my watch two-hundred thousand (two-hundred)
Changin′ up the climate, whenever you get through I′m ballin' (when you)
Change it up, my b- down, damn my old b- stalkin′
I don't go outside without a rifle and a forty (Pluto)
Takin′ up the drip and the murder rate in Georgia (yeah)
Mr. Have-His-Way, turn a dime to a quarter (yeah)
Walkin' with a limp, I got racks all on me (yeah)
Probably in the Royce with the stars in the sky
This ain′t 'bout a thot, I let my cars bring me out (out)
Wrap the cash up and vacuum seal, it won't rot
I can bag her, she want the d- ′cause I′m toxic (toxic)
I can spazz out and throw my b- in Givenchy
Her pressure, Baguettes, make everything iconic
Homicide, make sure you stick to the strip
One of a kind, fallin' asleep on a pill (Pluto)
Top of the line art, gotta splash through the crib
Freestyle off the top, and I can make me a M
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin′ off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I′m out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't ′bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich (yeah), I think my cars bring me out
Benz after Benz, I'm on my Maybach sh-
My opp got this one, so I done gave it to my b-
Huh, got a Birkin on my motherf- wrist
Think I'm lyin′? You can dive in this bitch just like a fish
If it still got the odds, it′s a perfect dish
Give it to my kid, I'm ′bout to eat this whole wig
Gave her nine racks like a motherf- Sig
If you make some mills in the pandemic, then you big
Take the Porsche away (yeah), fillin' up a safe (yeah)
Got the Bugatti (yeah), f- a pool party (yeah)
Pourin′ weed in her p- like I'm Bob Marley (yeah)
All my dawgs got it (yeah), we don′t do no barkin'
N- put me out, so I bought the shop (yeah)
I put my cars in this b-, now it's a parkin′ spot
We had more oil in the city, back when it was a drought
They thought I got rid of it, I had brang the wraith for y′all
Livin' legitimate, I′m swervin' in a foreign car
Cheetah print, leather Goyard
It ain′t 'bout a thot, I let this money do seducin′
I turn two-hundred on a dash to a movie
I done got so rich, f- two b- in a coupe
I'm paranoid, hundred rounds on me too
It ain't no cap in my rap, I got proof
Took me a nap and had on three mill′ in jewels (Pluto)
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin′ off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I′m out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't ′bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't ′bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass, Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com