Sunday Drive

Yeah, bitch (Girl why don't you be with me) Yeah, uh Ok, hat turned back, I'm leaning up on the classic I let her light up the sweet, take a pull then she pass it You know they smell the aroma, but, shit, we looking like paper Take a look in they eyes, I swear they lookin' like haters Had dreams of being Tony, but I never wanna die (???) in my name, hunt that blimp in the sky Never lost in a high, matter fact, I'm quite focused Lookin' at the car and driver, I check the specs on the Lotus I don't really call it dreamin', I just call it plannin' Cause where I said I'd be, is exactly where I'm standin' That respect's what we demanding, cause that hustle ain't no joke Couple planes, couple boats, take a cam' I can't Foc' Exotic bitch up in my beamer, look like Cassey with ass 120 miles per hour when I looked at the dash She ain't tripping, no, I got it, daddy, keep it in control On the race out for them pesos, my position is the pole Cool niggas play the cut, only busters need attention All them hoe's in my DM's, be the ones you niggas mention You see the way we livin', she ain't rockin' with you lames They seein' that we ballin', but ain't playin' in no games I be wit yo chick that flips on the X-Box Couple of hours, then I make her let the bed rock (Girl why don't you be with me) Uhh, this that Sunday afternoon shit Smoking wit the sun in the sky Drive slow, ain't a spot on the ride Bending corners through the city just to see what I could see Takin' in the energy and then I put that shit on beats See me on them streets, I'm observin', gotta watch my every step Crazy what these niggas do for respect, they at your neck(?) If you lookin' like you got it, better have your some protection They ain't asking if it's real when you flexin' I'm caught up in this life but I ain't trying to get out, huh Straight up to the top, I think I found us a route, huh I need a lil' gas, but it looks like I could make it Hey, look, we almost there and I can tell them niggas hatin'(fuck it) It's God's favorite, and I knew it everytime that I advance That's why I always left it in his hands Smoking, never stressin', let it fall right into place I know them niggas bit, I can see it in they face Push it to the limit, know I like the speed Only at a percentage of what I'm 'bout to be Laughing at all them bitches that ever doubted me Niggas I only fuck with sayin' they proud of me Shit is crazy, but that's how the game go Slow it down and change flow They can try it, but it ain't the same, no