Fat Joe, Dre, Jeremih and Ty Dolla $ign - Drive
Ooh, yeah (yeah)Dolla $ign
(Hitmaka)
Late night I put you in drive (drive)
'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah (lights)
Late night I put you in drive (drive)
'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah
Na-na, na-na, na-na
My pretty woman
With Himalayans and bigger chains and boogers in 'em
And we be on yachts that we don't even post
And she be like, "Damn, daddy you do it most"
'Cause we did Italy, then the Philippines
Beat it, Billie Jean, gave her bigger D
Mami ven aqui, rock and roll like Molly, Viagra
And when I hit the road them bodies can add up
She callin' me selfish, I call her the same
My sis don't help, butter cake and cream
Backseat of the Rolls, Teddy P love, TKO
Beat the box up, she be like, "Si Señor"
I've been fuckin' on shorty before she got her bags up
You know me, couple cuffs, a nigga masked up
Colombiana, dripped in designer, Dolce Gabbana
But you know it's really nada and that's a problem
Late night I put you in drive (drive)
'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah (lights)
Late night I put you in drive (drive)
'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Yeah, let me freak you up and down, ride you through the town
You belong to the city, playin' in the background (the city is mine)
Old money, new money, makin' it complete
All that's missin' is a tiger ridin' in my front seat
Paid in full, how I drive it off the lot
This my Thursday car, Friday it's the cherry drop (skrrt)
Niggas hate a lot, bitches do too
And everyday's a vacation, sands in Cancun
And all I really want in this life of sin
Is a hunnid mil' times ten and somebody to share with
You gotta be a rider though, my niggas real protective
We done hit so many bitches, turning couples into exes, oh
So maybe on the weekend I might scoop you up
Remember when I used to send them Uber trucks
Next time I'm in the club I might just shoot it up
Give you that human touch
Late night I put you in drive (I keep you in the clutch, drive)
'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah
Late night I put you in drive (drive)
'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah
Na-na, na-na, na-na
I just wanna feel what you feel, baby
I just wanna feel something real, baby
I done had the snack, I want the meal (meal)
Ooh, I wanna do it for the thrill (for the thrill)
Pardon my language, your body onto some
First class seats, across the border stone
Now that you bringin' some to the table
But don't worry 'bout nothin', you know it's paid for (oh yeah)
You know I got it like that, keep you comin' right back
Damn it's like that, yeah, yeah
Put you on your back (on your back)
To relax, then I make your legs go shake
Can I get a witness? You trippin' on that nigga?
That's none of my business (none of my business)
Hey, call me your genie, I grant your wishes
Late night I put you in drive (drive)
'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah
Late night I put you in drive (drive)
'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Written by:
Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Andre Christopher Lyon, Jeremih Felton, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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