Yeah! This is my convertible flow!
Take the top down!
Yeah! Ah! See if you wanna be down at this family,
Here's a couple rules you need to know!
Blood over money, money over bitches,
Money on my mind….,
Rotten in my coop no destination, listen at the snoop!
Heavy rotation ain't nothing but a…, baby
That's why I've put green things in the…
And they loving it!
Tax… somebody tell the government,
Secret society, some might call as a coven.
Best you keep it anonymous,
You don't know who you're fucking with,
The politics with them democrats and republicans!
Oh yeah, and I'm all established because of them,
So I'm trying to figure out what I'm covering.
If it's conspiracy, you niggers ain't hearing me,
Panoramic rule, I see it all clearly!...
And you all niggers are telling tales, fairy!
Chorus:
I got the top down, I got the top down,
Oh! To the city, man, everything goes!
Brain blow back, in the winter I'm so cold,
But I don't give a fuck, ya!
It's my convertible flow!
I got the top down, I got the top down,
Oh! To the city, man, everything goes!
Brain blow back, in the winter I'm so cold,
But I don't give a fuck, ya!
It's my convertible flow!
Roof with no ceiling, hood with no engine,
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Me and my two… I call that bitch Maria!
What's that story to west side highway,
Wind in my face as listen to…
Moving my coop, my coop is so slow,
Romance shit, my whip, no shoes!
Fresh right …
I ride with no shoes!...
I'm living with no rules, running my own tradition,
Check my credential, everyday presidential,
From the…to the …
With some playboy bunnies and some, pent house freaks.
..another twenty four, I just blew through a…
Watch me spend a couple more!
Pedal to the floor, middle finger…
If you…with me, then baby close the door!
Chorus:
I got the top down, I got the top down,
Oh! To the city, man, everything goes!
Brain blow back, in the winter I'm so cold,
But I don't give a fuck, ya!
It's my convertible flow!
I got the top down, I got the top down,
Oh! To the city, man, everything goes!
Brain blow back, in the winter I'm so cold,
But I don't give a fuck, ya!
It's my convertible flow!
I got the top down, I got the top down,
Oh! To the city, man, everything goes!
Brain blow back, in the winter I'm so cold,
But I don't give a fuck, ya!
It's my convertible flow!
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