Impala

Hit the road with a shorty I'm in the wind though

I been gone a month so where yo ends go

Bet the house on me baby thats not a joke

Won't come back broke

I used to want an impala and not then benz though

All the pretty girls holler I aint they man they though

Baby I do dance it's to my own beat

Say you love me to death well come show me

Still livin yo life like its some rules to it

Im gettin top wit ice cause baby into it

She just wanna keep me happy I want the same thang