Jetta ft. ryanmadeit Lyrics

Yeah we hot and my lil' baddie pulling up in a Jetta

Lil' baddie pulling up in a Jetta

Her daddy bought her Prada on her way to Coachella

Ooo yeah uh

Got too much drip no umbrella

Don't care about a thing but the rings and the feta

What up

Lil' baddie, lil' baddie pulling up

Looking at me, looking at me in the club

Lil' baddie, lil' baddie say what's up

Lil' baddie looking at me

Oh yeah uh

Well all she see is bling-bling

What you know about getting money

Chasing paper any means

She was sitting on the corner

Tape recorder in her jeans

I was blazing up a storm and then she came up next to me

Was like

"Got too much drip, boy you saucy"

"I want to get to know you but you're always sweet talking"

"I love the way you flowing, make me want to go topless"

"So hop up in the Jetta, I could show you how a boss lives"

Well how'd it sound like that

Because my brodies keep on moving like a grizzly on their back

While my homies rolling doobies, ain't no Uzi on their lap

And you know we steady cruising

Making moves until we snap bitch

We 'bout to go off

Let's pop the sunroof open baby

You know ain't nothing better

Riding 'round with a baddie in an '03 Jetta

Lil' baddie pulling up in a Jetta

Her daddy bought her Prada on her way to Coachella

Ooo yeah uh

Got too much drip no umbrella

Don't care about a thing but the rings and the feta

What up

Lil' baddie, lil' baddie pulling up

Looking at me, looking at me in the club

Lil' baddie, lil' baddie say what's up

Lil' baddie looking at me

Oh yeah uh

Four or five shots

Got me dizzy but the head strong

How you gonna sit when you know you can make that bed rock

Four or five thots

But I got something better

Lil' baddie in a Jetta, get her home and pull the dress off

Less talk

Let's skip the restaurant

Pull it over and I hit it at the rest stop

She bust it down, I roll it up, we 'bout to lift off

It's just a pitstop

Headed to the next spot

Flexed up, I'm going to handle my business

We next up, don't test us, been stacking them riches

We live in the moment, don't care 'bout the bitches

Got something special, lil' baddie too slim thick

Lil' baddie pulling up in a Jetta

Her daddy bought her Prada on her way to Coachella

Ooo yeah uh

Got too much drip no umbrella

Don't care about a thing but the rings and the feta

What up

Lil' baddie pulling up

Looking at me in the club

Lil' baddie say what's up

Lil' baddie looking at me

Oh yeah uh