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E S G In My Cadillac

my Cadillac, see me rolling In my Cadillac, sipping smoking In my Cadillac, boppers watching In my Cadillac, rims nonstopping trunk keep knocking [E.S

New) Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a model do Don't you wish you had another(Chance to) Get up under my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it

sharp Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class But that's alright

, paper Money's my thang gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money's my

) Well, I know a horse That's good as gold Run like a Cadillac I been told Gonna get rich quick This is my lucky day Oh, stick around baby N' ev'ryhting

shoes To gators and suits and zebra hats, my pimpin' tools, I win or lose My hoe's be bringin' me hoe's, now I got more hoe's than a golf course With

Pay ya boy and make me rich So we keep them swisher's lit Pay yo fees we count them g's Cashin it from all you chicks Bawk bawk, chicken chicken Bawk

in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys, lemme chop em down in my safe I gotta key

this bitch He dropped the top but I get the switch You see my level, he's tucked the stitch Texas, nigga, we getting rich Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch G