Текст песни
Cruising real slow
In my 63
I ain't gotta chase the paper
Because she's chasing me
Gotta pocket full of bones
And some Hennessy
So hop in pretty baby and scoot closer to me
Got the bitches calling
Low riders crawling
The money is stacking
Because I'm straight up balling
Started it off with a little kiss
Work it for me real slow baby
Just like this
Now the windows are all fogged up from our body heat
Because you're giving me that good good in the back of the seat