I pick her up, I put her down
She roll smooth, no * sound
She smell good, she look fresh
She left the war, so I put her to the test
She got fame, she get dough
She make moves, on the low
In the rain, in the snow
She don't mind the weather, that bitch go
She a bad bitch, she wear that red paint body
Like a motherfucker, money in her gas tank
She be the nightlife, she love them road trips
She get all jealous when a nigga get in road, man
She got a temper, baby, she a heat it fast
She talk *, then I'm switching on her heated ass
She know the rules, she play the game
Get with it or get * on your dinner plate
I never been the type to lay up with a bitch
I fly a player kite, know what I'm saying, bitch
There's only one thing better than your main man
And that's that new girl, and baby know the game plan
She treat coach good, every day and night
Her cousin fly, but we cruise, cause she scared of heights
So * fly, instead we rollin', it's a scary sight
Phil Collins, my nigga, we in the air tonight
I pick her up, I put her down
She roll smooth
No * sound
She smell good
She look fresh
She love to war, so I put her to the test
She got fame, she get dough
She make moves on the low
In the rain, in the snow
She don't mind the weather, that bitch go
Ain't she pretty? Look at her move
All through the city, put mileage on them shoes
Then she gritted, got plenty yak in the food
No Similac in the booth, cancelling pack in the two
Sucker proof, startin' to * cool
Wantin' new, comin' through, wantin' rules
And nobody can contain her, can't tame her
Blame her innovator if you a hater shittin' on you
Hard top, she don't like to pull the titties out
Classy, but spazz out on anybody, any route
Bring em out, show you what she been about
Got the shades on, really means that she tinted out
Night rider, I'm the driver when I'm inside her
Homage, they pay, she ill-niner
Got the mind of a mad main monster behind her
With the kind of persona that'll make you honor
Nah, nah, nah, nah
I pick her up, I put her down
She roll smooth, no fuckin' sounds
She smell good, she look fresh
She left the war, so I put her to the test
She got fame, she get dough
She make moves, on the low
In the rain, in the snow
She don't mind the weather, that bitch cold
Got a bad bitch, she make the city move
Double D's on her car, them hoes 22
Send her love attraction when she step in her room, huh?
Has toot it up clear, you got you
Named Christine, call her Christine
I been tryna dig her out since I was 16
Now we ridin' and we chokin' on that good green
Clutch fuckin' and she guzzle gas, good brain
I put her down, and she throw it back
Got the pig, let me climb that
And she love a nigga, let me get behind that
And she would kill a bitch, tryna intertwine that
Intertwine that, don't think you understand
350 in your block, Plymouth candy red
Uh-huh!
Call a coach, sure, JL, what the plan?
This bitch is fuckin' with my head, still runnin'
I pick her up, I put her down
She roll smooth, no fuckin' sound
She smell good, she look fresh
She left the war, so I put her to the test
She got fame, she get dough
She make moves, on the low
In the rain, in the snow
She don't mind the weather, that bitch cold