Free, yeah, to pound the lost streets You're free, what a strain it is to stay curled Free, yeah, to join the obsolete Free, free, free, free When
on the dancefloor When I grow up I wanna be famous I wanna be a star I wanna be in movies When I grow up I wanna see the world Drive nice cars I wanna
life is a party Remember you was a kid, reminisce days of the innocence Now it's Chiddy Bang, Google me the images Follow me, follow me, I'm the leader And when I park cars
sand and shit When it's said and done you gunna understand this shit Your man talking about Hummers and little cars That only fit in his little house
the water For the shower, trust fund scholarship sure to give him power Baby momma call, she pick him up, in about an hour Now free to go, free to blow
game, uhh, what, what Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars We built them radars to stay free
the first and the third Take you back when I was sixteen, wit a bankroll Posted on a corner like a light pole They used to call us track stars Before they even stopped, we ran to dem cars
a crowd Just wanna live out loud Well, I know there's got to be A few hundred million more like me Just tryin' to keep it free, yeah Hey, just wanna
just rollin' in the black five hun' I used to low ride, now it's just for fun I had five cars, but now I got one Hard to keep up ballin' when you're
Fancy cars and diamond rings I seen all kinds of shiny things I should be feelin' like a king But Lord I don't Great big towns so full of users Make
be inside of you And after I do, goodbye to you Ay ay, baby who with 'cause your thang like tendin' girl Get it wit your fit in, and welcome to my world Fancy cars
deal, yeah So I'ma show the world that I'm ill Every beat that i get on best believe I'ma kill So you can have all the jewelry Have all the cars Have
keep, and i don't want this world to kill me, but i'm getting so weak. I can't take much more, i just want to be free. Free, they said they knew there
talkin' duffle bags I'm talkin' you can count it papi it's all there I'm talkin' cookin' up that 'Slumdog Millionare' I like them fast girls, who like them fast cars
On a Saturday On a Saturday On a Saturday Tonight I'll be the centerpiece Flashlights bright eyes like fantasy Drippin hot pink all drinks for free
Chorus: you can take my cars, all my cash, my whole world you can take my fame, all my jewels, just leave me my girl just me and my girl my girl(6x)
Man we talking race cars nigga, this ain't no joke (Hello, hello) Uh, yea (Hello, hello) Fresh out the kitchen (Hello, hello) So don't touch it yet, (
