Текст:
You got a fast car I got a dream of something
You are a hot wire I like to push your buttons
We gotta somehow get out of town
We drove for ages, never looking back once
They wanna cage us but we prefer our freedom
Call us outrageous, well how about now
Gucci Mane and Don catch me ballin' out in London
Tom Brady with the paper I go super bowl Sunday
Usain Bolt crazy runnin' til the hundreds
I keep my neck and my wrist at least a hundred
Hood ****** with the money and they loving it
She got comfortable, she called me by my government
Pull up in the Rolls with the white seats
And pull off in a Porsche like a car thief