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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hollis
Hollis
Vocals
Megan Davies
Megan Davies
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Haggerty
Ben Haggerty
Songwriter
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
Ryan Lewis
Ryan Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Lewis
Ryan Lewis
Producer
Sterling Sound
Sterling Sound
Mastering Engineer
Ben Haggerty
Ben Haggerty
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I wanna be free, I wanna just live Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit Now throw it up (man, throw that up) That's what it is (that's what it is) In my C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, bitch (biatch) Can't see me through my tints (nuh-uh) I'm ridin' real slow (slow motion) In my paint, wet, drippin', shinnin', like my 24s (umbrella) I ain't got 24s (nuh-uh), but I'm on those Vogues (yeah) That's those big white walls, r-r-round them hundred spokes Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag I'm rollin' in that same whip that my granddad had Hello, haters, damn y'all mad 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that? I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright Man, I'm loungin' In some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of (woo) Lookin' down from heaven like, damn, that's stylish Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage Can I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120 Easy weavin' in and out of the traffic They cannot catch me, I'm smashin' I'm duckin', buckin' them out here I'm lookin' fuckin' fantasic, I am up in a classic Now I know what it's like under the city lights Ridin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge The same one we'd walk across as kids Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this Old school (old), old school (old) Candy paint (candy paint), two-seater (ow) Yeah, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics I couldn't tell you about paint either (ooh) But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours And rolled on over to the dealer And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer Got the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin' I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright (yeah, uh) Backwoods and dope White hoes in the backseat snortin' coke She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes I had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind (oh-oh) Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on 14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron Drivin', smilin' like I won the fuckin' lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes) Uh (yeah), tires with the spokes on it (yeah), and the Vogues too (uh) Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on My dogs hangin' out the window Young as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball Tryna fuck em all, never park the whip See what's poppin' at the mall Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my palms You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls I'm motherfuckin' awe-some Swear these sights tryna hypnotize Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs See the lust stuck up in her eyes Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke? Or does she want it low? 'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know So we cruise for minutes, my nigga, fuck the limit Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it Slice off when the gas is finished, Q Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling up that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright
Writer(s): Quincey Hanley, Ryan Lewis, Ben Haggerty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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