Sunroof Symphony

Roof to the Cadillac peeled back
Got a slight breeze through your hair, can you feel that
Take you to the crib, you know what we bouta do
So, baby here’s the drill, you bouta let me screw
I want my whips prehistoric like a Dinosaur
Cadi Brougham sitting lower than your credit score
Don’t cry cuz I dipped after I done hit it
Gather up all of them tears and mop the floor with it
Another digit in my bank account, stacking cheese
Hercules,
pockets bouta pop, nigga help me please
I take a trip and stay secured for them hidden fees
You thought I was playing, you calling when it’s time to leave
I can’t fly spirit, cuz they be waxin' for bags
I’m at Alamo feeling jet lagged
Like, baby can you hand me my keys
No, that’s the white one, I need the black please
Got me singing through the sunroof
Got me singing through the sunroof
Got me singing through the sunroof
Got me singing