DEALERSHIP ft. CHA$EMONEY Lyrics

Aye, yeah

Aye gang told me punch this bitch again he wasn't feeling it (alright fasho)

Touchdown I paid cash at the dealership (all blues)

I skrt off in something fast you hear the engine nigga (got the ground shaking)

Facetime that lil hoe she like come get me nigga

Only way we finna come and get you if yo friends with you

Pull up they on go they tried to blow us like some damn whistles

Reaching in my pants i'm like hold on that's the damn pistol

I just told lil baby that she gorgeous she like damn Skilla

Nah that's my nigga chase

This a brand new SRT we trying to take it on a race

She leaving five star reviews when I ask her how i'm tasting

He keep trying to swing the wood I told brody I was facing fuck nigga yeah

Brody think he Giannis with that blicky buck em in his head

How you cuff that bitch but I got keys to open up her legs

They like why you by yo self cause all my friends is dead (all my friends is dead)

Plus i'm always by myself cause most these niggas fed

This my chance I can't let it slip past me (y'all niggas pray for me)

Get a load and get it gone it disappear it's straight magic (get em gone)

Doing tricks on the dick this lil hoe my lil savage (oh shit)

I don't need to hype her head cause she knowing she a bad bitch (she might be the one)

If that ass fat i'm grabbing it she walking past i'm smacking it (duh)

We only got some shhh and some cash in the cabinets

If he want a bag i'm taxing em (yeah) we only drive the fastest shit

He ain't really trying to shoot forreal I told brody pass the blick

WATA on my chest I told that hoe we ain't the average

You can check my pendant that shit icy like Alaska bitch yeah

She got her own money she ain't gotta ask for shit (she ain't ask for nothing)

I'm into too deep now she running like it's tag and shit (like where you going girl?)

I got her hugging when we fucking trying to hold on to me (yeah)

I think i'm her melatonin I just put her ass to sleep (yeah)

Natural body not that fake shit i'm loving her physique (yeah)

Slim shady in the waist her pretty face plus she petite

Off that Casa she a freak, her hair and nails it be on fleek

That pussy wet it got a leak, she skinny pick her off her feet

Tatted up we both got ink, she get Chanel I don't buy Pink

Ice her out two cuban links, bro one more time you not on beat

(Forreal man hand me this bitch, you talking crazy)

Aye, yeah

Aye gang told me punch this bitch again he wasn't feeling it (alright fasho)

Touchdown I paid cash at the dealership (all blues)

I skrt off in something fast you hear the engine nigga (got the ground shaking)

Facetime that lil hoe she like come get me nigga

Only way we finna come and get you if yo friends with you

Pull up they on go they tried to blow us like some damn whistles

Reaching in my pants i'm like hold on that's the damn pistol

I just told lil baby that she gorgeous she like damn Skilla

(Yeah you know what the fuck going on nigga, yeah aye aye aye)