Switch Lanes

Ahh, when I switch lanes, tell them doors swing
arm out the window screaming money aint a thang
call it automatic bang, bang, bang,
call it automatic bang, bang, bang,
while we switch lanes, diamonds in my chain,
then run around the world all the hoes know my name,
call it automatic bang, bang, bang,
Mr. Automatic bang, bang, bang

Fuck a nigga up, louis dough match the chucks,
I’m in the club with raw nigga, 10 racks a tub,
Back it up like a u-haul, rake ass is up,
Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck,
Racks in my cornrows, all the more stupid,
They say she in love with me, stay away from cupid,
That Panamera’s sick, Lupus,
T-Rawww show them how we do it
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Swiss signs do it, my new bitch,
And new this, peace like a Buddist,
Cooler than cool-whip, give brain don’t be stupid,
Faded like boozy, cut like a crew neck,
Arm out the window, another check, another rolex,
Mo’less, the mo’ wet, the mo’ sex, I must say,
I bought her the PJ, more than a piss test,
So I wake up, I’m fucked up, my ex try’na make up,
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Wake up, telling these bitches to get their cake up
Baker, shooting my babies all on her make-up
I’m running through all these hoes, wearing Jacobs,
Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs,
eat it off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead,
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Ahh, when I switch lanes, tell them doors swing
arm out the window screaming money aint a thang
call it automatic bang, bang, bang,
call it automatic bang, bang, bang,
while we switch lanes, diamonds in my chain,
then run around the world all the hoes know my name,
call it automatic bang, bang, bang,
Mr. Automatic bang, bang, bang

Never tell a bitch, I love her,
Money talk Chris Tucker,
Got a chauffeur, and a driver
I don’t lease it, Imma buy it
I’ll be on the broke diet
You ain’t eating but you biting my style
Motherfucking strike, light-lightening
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T-Carti, my butch like Bugarri
I walk in the spot, all the bitches bogart me
Spent 30 racks, Imma make it back tomorrow,
Pull up with a bit titty bitch like Tacarra,