I pick her up, I put her downShe roll smooth, no * soundShe smell good, she look freshShe left the war, so I put her to the testShe got fame, she get doughShe make moves, on the lowIn the rain, in the snowShe don't mind the weather, that bitch goShe a bad bitch, she wear that red paint bodyLike a motherfucker, money in her gas tankShe be the nightlife, she love them road tripsShe get all jealous when a nigga get in road, manShe got a temper, baby, she a heat it fastShe talk *, then I'm switching on her heated assShe know the rules, she play the gameGet with it or get * on your dinner plateI never been the type to lay up with a bitchI fly a player kite, know what I'm saying, bitchThere's only one thing better than your main manAnd that's that new girl, and baby know the game planShe treat coach good, every day and nightHer cousin fly, but we cruise, cause she scared of heightsSo * fly, instead we rollin', it's a scary sightPhil Collins, my nigga, we in the air tonightI pick her up, I put her downShe roll smoothNo * soundShe smell goodShe look freshShe love to war, so I put her to the testShe got fame, she get doughShe make moves on the lowIn the rain, in the snowShe don't mind the weather, that bitch goAin't she pretty? Look at her moveAll through the city, put mileage on them shoesThen she gritted, got plenty yak in the foodNo Similac in the booth, cancelling pack in the twoSucker proof, startin' to * coolWantin' new, comin' through, wantin' rulesAnd nobody can contain her, can't tame herBlame her innovator if you a hater shittin' on youHard top, she don't like to pull the titties outClassy, but spazz out on anybody, any routeBring em out, show you what she been aboutGot the shades on, really means that she tinted outNight rider, I'm the driver when I'm inside herHomage, they pay, she ill-ninerGot the mind of a mad main monster behind herWith the kind of persona that'll make you honorNah, nah, nah, nahI pick her up, I put her downShe roll smooth, no fuckin' soundsShe smell good, she look freshShe left the war, so I put her to the testShe got fame, she get doughShe make moves, on the lowIn the rain, in the snowShe don't mind the weather, that bitch coldGot a bad bitch, she make the city moveDouble D's on her car, them hoes 22Send her love attraction when she step in her room, huh?Has toot it up clear, you got youNamed Christine, call her ChristineI been tryna dig her out since I was 16Now we ridin' and we chokin' on that good greenClutch fuckin' and she guzzle gas, good brainI put her down, and she throw it backGot the pig, let me climb thatAnd she love a nigga, let me get behind thatAnd she would kill a bitch, tryna intertwine thatIntertwine that, don't think you understand350 in your block, Plymouth candy redUh-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 downShe roll smooth, no fuckin' soundShe smell good, she look freshShe left the war, so I put her to the testShe got fame, she get doughShe make moves, on the lowIn the rain, in the snowShe don't mind the weather, that bitch cold