BBS Lyrics

Started the motor up, then shorty hopped in

Took a look around, boy your whip is poppin’

What wheels are those? They multi-spoke

Baby they be B-B-S’ with the low pros

That’s big boss shit, super rare

Skirt short, high heels, let ‘em stare

Suspension stiff, she likes to straddle it

I told her buckle up, baby can you handle it?

One, two, three and to the four

Dippin’ in my whip and we cruisin’ to the store

One, two, three and to the four

Pedal to the medal and my foot is on the floor

One, two, three and to the four

Turn the music up if you fucking with the flow

One, two, three and to the four

Jump in the ride baby, let me get your door

My tank full, high octane

She cut the top off, I call it getting brain

Her nails blue, all my cars too

Play that Jodeci, I’m feenin' for that old school

That exhaust loud, it's stainless steel

Shifting gears, left hand on that steering wheel

Sexy body lines, fresh coat of wax

Middle fingers up, while the coppers pass

One, two, three and to the four

Dippin’ in my whip and we cruisin’ to the store

One, two, three and to the four

Pedal to the medal and my foot is on the floor

One, two, three and to the four

Turn the music up if you fucking with the flow

One, two, three and to the four

Jump in the ride baby, let me get your door

Engines roaring

Paint dripping

Rims shining

Watch those sparks fly, we super low to the ground

Cruising ‘round town, with the windows down

Feel the breeze through your hair

Let’s take a ride baby

Yeah

Let’s take a ride baby