Vette Motors Song Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Hit that light for me, let me roll this stick(Beezo need cash only, ya dig?)(OG Parker)(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)Uh, hmmLet’s do it, huh
Bitch, I’m toxicKickin’ your shit, you better watch it, whoa, whoaJust unzipped my pantsCash stuffed down all in my pockets (pockets)Put her in Hermès, now I got all these niggas jockin’My weight up and now I got the powerTell my lil’ slime, “Go spray on cowards”Your ho in this bitch, it’s a money showerStarin’ too hard, won’t be my mainDrippin’ sauce, wan’ give me brainPaint that Maybach pure cocaineFuck goin’ on? They wan’ do somethin’?Hold on, grrt-grrt
Cutlass, ‘Vette motors inside my hood, yeahPrince inside my hood, yeah“Let’s get this understood, ” I said (I said)I be with the masked men and they all unheard of (unheard of)187, just spent me a sevenAyy, Christian V. steppin’They know it’s a murder, this fit unheard of
Bad like her friendHuh, I see why that’s her twinFour hoes at Drury Inn, I got ’em in rotation (got ’em)Once they leave, look like they soul takenI got ’em, like, “Oh, baby” (oh, baby)Chopper for chopper go dollar for dollarI’m takin’ the problems away from my mamaI turned up my sister, show love to my brotherI be likin’ all my stylistsHold on, haircut fresh by stylistHold on, new coupe, ain’t no mileage (huh?)Bitch, I’m toxicKickin’ your shit, you better watch itCrash out, turn up, bought that bitch that rocketTold her, “It better not get shown once, ho” (better not)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (bah, bah, bah, bah)Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (bah, bah, bah, bah)Cross his chest I spray that Drac’Uh, uh, uh, uh, piss on somethin’ with diamond chains
New machine (skrrt)Count it up, nigga, yeahFuckin’ with mathematicsTwenty million on thirty, not far from Cali’Put her in Prada, I’m up in ValleyLet’s do it, tote gun smoke, blow static, uh (brrt)Fuck up the mattress, then fill up another oneFuck on her in that Patek, I bought her another oneKick my shit, I’m in this bitch, we’re lit by three hoes (lit by, lit by)Whip that Maybach in the street, cash out on three, let’s goHypnotizin’ yo’ ho, we be turnin’ her outDo that dude, shh, I ain’t runnin’ my mouthWhich one you workin’? I’m clockin’ it outStartin’ the Rolls from inside of the house
Cutlass, ‘Vette motors inside my hood, yeahPrince inside my hood, yeah“Let’s get this understood, ” I said (I said)I be with the masked men and they all unheard of (unheard of)187, just spent me a sevenAyy, Christian V. steppin’They know it’s a murder, this fit unheard of
She in with shottaswe pourin’ up lines from out of the bottle (from out of the bottle)My beanie Amiri, Giuseppe I’m steppin’I locked up my stylist, I’m petty (I’m petty)Treat my bitch like all new whips, that’s upgrade models (upgrade models)My bitch walk ’round with one milli’, I say, “Hell yeah” (bitch, yeah)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (uh, uh, uh, uh)Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (brrt, bop, bop, bah)Cross his chest I spray that Drac’Uh, uh, uh, uh, piss on somethin’ with diamond chains
My weight up and now I got the powerTell my lil’ slime, “Go spray on cowards”Your ho in this bitch, it’s a money showerStarin’ too hard, won’t be my mainDrippin’ sauce, wan’ give me brainPaint that Maybach pure cocaineFuck goin’ on? They wan’ do somethin’?Hold on, grrt-grrt-grrt