Jumper Cables

[Hook] Wait till I get my money right, and I’m on I’ma get that Caddy runnin’ right, bitch I’m gone Livin’ good, it ain’t nothin’ better, nothin’ better Livin’ good, it ain’t nothin’ better, nothin’ better [Verse 1: Paris Pershun] Ain’t got no job See what this felony did to a nigga, life is hard Get my ass up off my momma’ couch and then hop in my car My fender wrecked, but still I drive it like it’s flawless Catch me flickin’ often runnin’ low on gas, put a damper on my plans Still I’m bench pressing my pen, we bout to raise the bar Truthfully, I don’t know why yo bitch wanna fuck me I guess it’s ’cause she thinkin’ I’m a star, but I’m not [Verse 2: Slim Gravy] We just two po’ boys in a Caddy Bout to ride that thing there ragged Ain’t no air and the bumper draggin’ Engine barely runnin’, fabric hudded Tags out, rear view and the tail light busted Really, I need some cash now then I’ma be ridin’ clean [Hook] I got this money in my pocket, and I ain’t tryna lose it Nothing lasts forever, for now it’s like whatever Get some gas and I’m takin off, takin’ off I’ma get some gas and I’m takin’ off, takin’ off [Verse 3: Tunk] Brain Gang Tunk, represent, represent The highest scoring nigga off the bench ’bout to rip Comin’ with amazing flavor, taste it like you Craig and Day Day Yeah I’m a trip, but I don’t have the bread to vaycay Gas tank on “E” but still proceed to push this presidential Stick to the fundamentals, you see my funds are little This all I can give you, a little bit of me A little A.Dd+ and Picnic instrumentals I do my thang, no masturbation Playa, playa please don’t playa hate Go play the station, no car but I’m in ya lady Her name Mercedes, put the Benz on my jumper cables And got it crankin’ (Hook) I got this money in my pocket, and I ain’t tryna lose it Nothing lasts forever, for now it’s like whatever Get some gas and I’m takin off, takin’ off I’ma get some gas and I’m takin’ off, takin’ off [Verse 4: Slim Gravy] Don’t give a fuck shawty, sittin’ on both sides Nigga signals, gotta get it bitch it’s “go” time [Paris Pershun] You can roll with me, fuck around we both drive She hangin’ out the window straight do it like a stripper, now gon’ [Tunk] Take it off, bitch, bend over let me see it If you lookin’ for a trill type nigga let me be it Got the Cadillac De-Ville parked outside It ain’t enough room to fit them guls in my ride On some work-somethin’, twerk-somethin’ basis On some work-somethin’, twerk-somethin’ basis We on a work-somethin, twerk-somethin’ basis Got my money right, pocket full of big faces