Letras
Ya
I feel like Babyface Edmonds on this shit
Ya
This that whip appeal
Ya I got that whip appeal
Wrote the script like Key & Peele
I wrote the script like Key & Peele
Tell me how ya feel
Tell me how ya feel
Ya I got that whip appeal
Ya I got that...
Tell me how ya feel
In the studio whippin wit my wrist
Whippin
Whippin
Ya I got that
Ya
Buck 50 on the dash
System on blast
Bish I got that whip appeal
Whippin
Whippin
Ya
I be whippin grippin the wheel
Independent on my own
No I don't need a deal
Bish I got that whip appeal
Clean when I walk through
Keep a arm distance
I can't be too close to you
Got respect off how I move
Yo shit just not honorable
All praise to the high power
Lifted off high tunes
Like 40 a tycoon
Whippin wit a golden spoon
On the clock it's 12:12
Wrote this shit a high noon
I'm hittin the road to handle my biz
Grippin the wheel
Chasin these chips
Checkin off goals
Meetin my dreams
Developed a scheme to gettin the cream
Wu Tang
Wu Tang
Tu Shay
Tu Shay
Call me Bouche
Bouche
That's that water bish back off us
Paint drip see the splash
Armoral on the dash
Its not all about the cash
What you got off in that stash
I'm tryna make all this last
Breakin a Keith Sweat
Measurin each step
Strengthenin each rep
Bench Press
Bench Press
Every second
Every minute
Need more wins