Cars Bring Me Out

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Nayvadius Cash (born Nayvadius Wilburn on November 20, 1983), better known by his stage name Future, is an American musician from Kirkwood, Atlanta, Georgia. He is signed to the record label Epic Records. more »

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Wheezy outta here
Yeah

Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some shit you ain't got
Ha, now I'm out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, shit got rained out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out

I was chillin' at the spot on a bedside's couch
I wasn't even gon' do nothin', don't care 'bout the sun out (yeah)
F*ck you, lil' bitch, don't let my car bring me out (yeah)
I done got so rich I think my car bring me out (yeah)

I done got so rich, I let a foreign bring me out (Uh)
F*ck her in the car and told her, "'Least it cost a house" (yeah)
I done got so lit, I promise I'll never see a drought (I promise)
I don't know the time, I know my watch two-hundred thousand (Two-hundred)
Changin' up the climate, whenever you get through, I'm ballin' (When you)
Change it up, my bitch down, my old bitch stalkin'
I don't go outside without a rifle and a forty (Pluto)
Takin' up the drip and the murder rate in Georgia (yeah)
Mr. Have-His-Way, turn a dime to a quarter (yeah)
Walkin' with a limp, I got racks all on me (yeah)
Probably in the Royce with the stars in the sky
This ain't 'bout a thot, I let my cars bring me out (Out)
Wrap the cash up and vacuum seal, it won't rot
I can bag her, she want the dick 'cause I'm toxic (Toxic)
I can spazz out and throw my bitch in Givenchy
Her pressure, Baguettes, make everything iconic
Homicide, make sure you stick to the strip
One of a kind, fallin' asleep on a pill (Pluto)
Top of the line art, gotta splash through the crib
Freestyle off the top and I can make me a M

Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some shit you ain't got
Ha, now I'm out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, shit got rained out
I done got so rich (yeah), I think my cars bring me out

Benz after Benz, I'm on my Maybach shit
My opp got this one so I done gave it to my bitch
Huh, got a Birkin on my motherfuckin' wrist
Think I'm lyin'? You can dive in this bitch just like a fish
If it still got the odds, it's a perfect dish
Give it to my kid, I'm 'bout to eat this whole wig
Gave her nine racks like a motherfuckin' Sig
If you make some mills in the pandemic then you big
Take the Porsche away (yeah), fillin' up a safe (yeah)
Got the Bugatti (yeah), f*ck a pool party (yeah)
Pourin' weed in her pussy like I'm Bob Marley (yeah)
All my dawgs got it (yeah), we don't do no barkin'
Nigga put me out, so I bought the shop (yeah)
I put my cars in this bitch, now it's a parkin' spot
We had more oil in the city back when it was a drought
They thought I got rid of it, I had brang the Wraithy out

Livin' legitimate, I'm swervin' in a foreign car
Cheetah print, leather Goyard
It ain't 'bout a thot, I let this money do seducin'
I turn two-hundred on a dash to a movie
I done got so rich, f*ck two bitches in a coupe
I'm paranoid, hundred rounds on me too
It ain't no cap in my rap, I got proof
Took me a nap and had on three mill' in jewels (Pluto)

Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some shit you ain't got
Ha, now I'm out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, shit got rained out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out

It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out

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