
Lyrics
I think I know why they love me so much now
It ain't just the swag, it's the mothafuckin' car
She said the weed keep her cool but the pills get her gone
The top dropped down, she can't keep her clothes on
In my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy)
My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker)
I left it wet for you niggas when I came through
They say that boy clean but it ain't you
That's me in my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy)
My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker)
Turnin' heads, beatin' down the block, rollin' on two double stacks
Four screens playin', red bone rubbin' on my back
Chrome everywhere with the pipes out the ass
454 Big block do the whole dash
I be all through your hood with these Tennessee tags
No seat belt nigga, no air bags
In my Chevy, I'm fresh, flyer than a motherfucker
Them ain't Asanti, you fly like a motherfucker
Look at how I got this whole parking lot poppin'
The hoes start jockin' and the haters start watchin'
You don't know the feeling if you ain't gettin' bread
In my Chevy, flyin' down the interstate, gettin' head
She said the weed keep her cool but the pills get her gone
The top dropped down, she can't keep her clothes on
In my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy)
My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker)
I left it wet for you niggas when I came through
They say that boy clean but it ain't you
That's me in my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy)
My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker)
Got my Chevy sittin' high and I'm shinin'
She wanna fuck my car cause I'm grindin'
Kissin' on my pinky ring, lickin' on my diamonds
Yeah my whip paint drippin' and I'm tip-toe tippin'
With my lights off, just dropped my bike off
Catch me where the d-boys go and get they white off
Ask me what I paid, I'mma tell you what it might cost
If you can handle it you can have it, shit I might walk
Niggas ain't sellin' no records then it's my fault
Made a million off a mixtape, look what I bought
Yeah I'm hollerin' ten a key cause I really seen it
And I'm hollerin' ten and a half and
Really mean it, shawty talk to 'em
She said the weed keep her cool but the pills get her gone
The top dropped down, she can't keep her clothes on
In my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy)
My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker)
I left it wet for you niggas when I came through
They say that boy clean but it ain't you
That's me in my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy)
My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker)
Yeah, fuck that nigga, turn the music up nigga
Let's go god damn it, let 'em see me nigga
Drop the top god damn it, here I go baby, Young Buck
Put some minutes on my throw away phone, makin' deals, pop a pill
I'm rollin', let my bitch take the wheel, what it is?
What it do? I'm hood, what are you?
Maybach what I blew and I paid back who?
Now look at my Chevy, ain't that bitch ready?
Ho I got more in my old school than you and your Maybach
A lot of niggas probably like "how can he say that?"
Swagger jackin', tryna see where I got sprayed at
I'm all through the city like I just got my license
26 Inches, the car got on Nikes
And I ain't tint the windows cause I know that y'all don't like me
But can't you see me good when I'm ridin' with your wifey?
She said the weed keep her cool but the pills get her gone
The top dropped down, she can't keep her clothes on
In my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy)
My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker)
I left it wet for you niggas when I came through
They say that boy clean but it ain't you
That's me in my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy)
My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker)
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