Dreaming of, candy cars

Looking out the moon roof seeing stars

Old school, this thing of ours

Quarter tank of gas hope it get me far

Typical day

Dreaming bout that cutlass

Dreaming bout that cutlass

Riding through the neighborhood to meet up with the homies

I get a text from a super freak, talking bout “Why in the hell did you leave me lonely?”

Now she claims I'm phony, Bumping that East 99

Everybody’s amazed at the shine

That I got on my whip and my chick

She love to read bossip

We bouta hit the mall but I ain't gonna buy shit

Riding by some old homies, yea, they still walking but that ain't my business though

Niecey accuse me of messing around with hella chicken heads but I ain’t trippin’ though

Grab a couple of 40 ounces with this **** B, he decided just to hit the flo’

Talkin’ bout “Do you know how much you can get for a slip and fall in a liquor sto?”

Well, I'm out

Sun beaming on the Chevy

Bumping summer music, bass is really heavy

Man, I feel we winning, where is the confetti?

Celebrating life and this is the beginning

Everybody out and kicking it, I’m wondering about the places Imma hit this evening

Probably gonna end up with my homie, Monique, but if she’s on games then Imma end up leaving, easy

Take it out of park and put it in motion

Mama said “What’s up with all that commotion?”

Back to the studio, hopefully Q can go

Throw me a feature, that boy got a groovy flow

Ex chick at the corner sto’

I was thinking of everything that I could say

I told my old plays that I would stay

But word to O'Shea, it was a good day

Dreaming of, candy cars

Looking out the moon roof seeing stars

Old school, this thing of ours

Quarter tank of gas hope it get me far

Typical day

Dreaming bout that cutlass

Dreaming bout that cutlass

Riding on trues and vogues

Dreaming about groupie hoes

I think that you should know

I want the good life

Playing some Marvin Gaye

Man, it's a lovely day

I just got this to say

I want the good life

Candy Paint drippin’ wet

Them boys swangin’ down

Shine like a pro, do this shit here all the time

Teetop, make them hoes bop, I’m that ****

Parking lot, playing hop scotch, hitting switches. (x2)

Dreaming of, candy cars

Looking out the moon roof seeing stars

Old school, this thing of ours

Quarter tank of gas hope it get me far

Typical day

Dreaming bout that cutlass

Dreaming bout that cutlass