All because of my car, all because of my car, all because of my car
I'm in my car, cruisin' to the beach Trippin' out of these money hungry freaks
Wanna be down with a superstar Cause you know I got money and a cold
But it come, must be the beamer, must be the beamer
That's turning you on, must be the beamer, must be the beamer
I am taking you home, all because of my car, must be the cruiser
Got you backing me down the speed road, must be the rover
That you wanna be around, all because of my car
I hit and run like an accident, missed a hit if asked them slowest back again
If you don't believe me go and ask a friend
I got more hoes than the ozone, hit some with they clothes on
So they can go home, I rose up on a bucket, she got a man
But when I rose up in the Benz that's when she hops in and that's how it's gon' happen to
I don't mean to be like Macintosh rappin' to, but I'm just askin' to
Now back up in the days I run game on, they wanna play games
So I bought a Lexus for my homie, the next day after that game gon' stop
I be like man this is a shot, but now I'm on top down
Put the top down, see how many numbers I can jot down
How many girl I can knock down, and plus I'm on my block now
It ain't gon' stop now, since I got a little cash now
I dance down the block, but I keep my gang tight
And when I'm in the rover, I get the guts the same night
We try skeezin' me, *** we try pleasin' me
Elevator gets the draws off easily, that's when I switch my game on
You blamin' on the hangover, I'm blamin' on the range
And I ain't tryin' to hit you, like that, like that
Must be the Beamer, that's turnin' you on
Must be the Benz, takin' you on
Must be the Cruiser, got you flaggin' me down
Must be the Rover, that's gonna be around
And when I'm flossin' on these ghetto streets
Somehow I get stopped by all those crooked police
I can't understand why they play your hate
And they ask me these questions like how much money I make
Now it's none of their business how I make my ends
You can't get a piece of my funky dividends
But I guess you could say I got it goin' on
Cause I keep seeing girlies and they won't leave me alone
I guess the PD's tryin' to see me in a state pen
Behind me tryin' to run my license plate in
I'm takin' my rear view, but I ain't gon' trip, bruh
Wait for me to slip up, show me some ID with your picture
I guess they wanna see my bank statement
See how much money that I make in, but I guess they just be hatin'
They need to start missin' me, stop trippin', G
I guess they mad cause I got more gold than Mr. T
And all the freaks wanna get in my gangsta ride
Cause I got the front, back, and side to side
But I ain't got the time, I gotta do my thing
And if you on the front, you know I can hang
Now you know that I ain't never wanna perpetrate
Cause y'all playin' hate
These fools better recognize
That a no limit source is on the rise
This must be the Bentley
That's turnin' you on
Must be the Lexus
I'm takin' you home
All because of my car
Must be the Caddy
That's flaggin' me down
Must be the color
Gonna be around
All because of my car
I'm takin' you home
All because of my car
Cuase y'all playing hate
These fools better recognize
That a no limit source is on the rise
This must be the Bentley
That's turnin' you on
Must be the Caddy
That's flaggin' me down
Must be the color
Gonna be around
Must be the Caddy
That's flaggin' me down
Must be the Caddy
That's flaggin' me down
Must be the Caddy