Letras
Riding with the five percent tint on my windows
Shades on I can barely see the road
All for the ends gotta get it when the wind blow
Through the rain, sleet, and snow
Chased a pot of gold through a rainbow
Can't even change clothes
Don't got the time, I gotta get that payola
You need a ride to work, why don't ya say so?
I'm steady ready with the Chevy, this Hemi came with a helmet
I got tools in the back fa show
A tied down they ready to go
Yeah, this work this all we know
My crew can hold they own
Got grip, got grit, got soul
Can't talk me outta this workin' habit
Couldn't walk a mile in my hard toes them tanks
Yeah, we 'bout it, 'bout it
Chevy riding high, Chevy riding low
A hundred spokes on the road I roll, I know
See my daddy was a rolling stone
So I had to get it out here on my own
Chevy riding high, Chevy riding low
Out here chasing all this money I owe, I know
Sometimes you gotta let it go, just let it roll
Sometimes you got to hustle, hustle
American muscle (got that muscle)
(Got that muscle)
Ye-yeah I got that muscle here
Mud drip while I'm switching gears
Might crank up when I whip this whip
Wood grain on the steering wheels
Jack of all trades, yeah, yeah
'Til I need a nap sac or my back crack
Gotta stack that scratch to the roof rack
Working these tracks all day
'Cause I got these bills here
Plus I owe my mamma, I owe my daddy, I'm still diggin'
I owe Uncle Sam and I ain't never met 'em, it's real here
A lot of my homies build cribs, or they work on drill rigs
Where you might just lose a limb or get killed here
And it's hard, but it's ours
And not everybody got a job
That's why my
Chevy riding high, Chevy riding low
A hundred spokes on the road I roll, I know
See my daddy was a rolling stone