Come and See Me

[Hook: Ludacris + (Big K.R.I.T.)] 6 fifteens, candy coated riding clean Every time I pull out a new whip I cause a scene Rolling through my hood, I told 'em pimpin' ain't that easy So whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me [Verse 1: Ludacris + Big KRIT] I'm talking Monte Carlos, Crown Vics, Cadillacs and Regals If I get pulled over, everything I got's illegal But I ain't got no worries I got Jesus riding shotgun Knowing that I need a meal ticket and I can't stop until I got one Shit, I'm whippin' cutty bubble bucket busty, bitches love to ride too Hanging out the window servin' niggas like a late-night Wendy's drive through Tweeters, speakers, jeekers fiendin', diamond in the back my nigga I got two white girls, think I oughta have a curl in return of the mack, my nigga It's the return of the 'Lac Riding on so many horses they think I'm playing polo Candy paint drippin' like a Jheri curl, nigga, I'mma let my soul glo Fleet, flickin', screaming, bitches, pitchin', counter, past fate And all of the women get jealous cause of the way my car can make its ass shake Last to base, in the face The law's right beside me, my window tint, dawg My rims are too large As soon as I hit the back road bet the law can't find me Ridin', candy paint with two poles in the trunk Popped up twice with two hoes in the trunk Disturb your peace with fifteens that thump Touch my slab get sawed off with the pump [Hook] [Verse 2: Ludacris + Big K.R.I.T.] I got two floors in my trunk, club lights in my trunk I charge at the door them hoes hit the floor, we have club nights in my trunkCause it's an earthquake when I park, I keep a UFO in my yard My wheels so big when I swing my whip I can high five God, Lord I could skydive off of the top of the roof, rims taller than King Kong Riding around looking for an ass that I could sit my drink on My seats warm, my drink cold, my paint dry, but her mouth wet Suffocate that ho till that bitch look like Smurfette 007 pressin' more buttons, I got all these gadgets, ho I got all these alpine, it could turn a square chick ratchet, ho Neon lights shine neon bright that I could direct all this traffic, ho Young and wise my 9 to 5 would be a vortex if I crash it, ho Like a head on collision with a red bone mouth colder than Michigan Reach in that glove box and I got more rubbers than Michelin I'm feeling like Yao Ming in the whip (why?) I need more leg room So I hit a switch and the whole back seat turned into a god damn bedroom [Hook] [Verse 3: Ludacris + Big KRIT] Okay now, ho, pour out that drink and watch me fire up that blunt Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk Don't make you pop your fuckin' trunk? Don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk Okay, now bow down when you see me, don't be trippin' on the thump Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk Don't make you pop your fuckin' trunk? Don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk Hold up