Cars Bring Me Out Lyrics by Young Thug is a New English song from the album “BUSINESS IS BUSINESS” sung by popular rapper Young Thug featuring Future. Lyrics of this song are written by Young Thug & Future and music produced by Wheezy.
Cars Bring Me Out Song Details
Singer : Young Thug, Future
Album : BUSINESS IS BUSINESS
Lyrics : Young Thug, Future, Wheezy, Dez Wright
Music : Wheezy, Dez Wright
Label : Young Stoner Life
Cars Bring Me Out Lyrics
Wheezy outta here
Yeah
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pinstriped couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin’ off some sh*t you ain’t got
Ha, now I’m out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain’t ’bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh*t got rained out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
I was chillin’ at the spot on a bedside’s couch
I wasn’t even gon’ do nothin’, don’t care ’bout the sun out (Yeah)
F**k you, lil’ b*tch, b*tch, don’t let my car bring me out (Yeah)
I done got so rich I think my car bring me out (Yeah)
I done got so rich, I let a foreign bring me out (Uh)
F**k her in the car and told her, “At least it cost a housе” (Yeah)
I done got so lit, I promise I’ll nеver see a drought (I promise)
I don’t know the time, I know my watch two-hundred thousand (Two-hundred)
Changin’ up the climate, whenever you get through, I’m ballin’ (When you)
Change it up, my b*tch down, my old b*tch stalkin’
I don’t go outside without a rifle and a forty (Pluto)
Takin’ up the drip and the murder rate in Georgia (Yeah)
Mr. Have-His-Way, turn a dime to a quarter (Yeah)
Walkin’ with a limp, I got racks all on me (Yeah)
Probably in the Royce with the stars in the sky (Ceilin’)
This ain’t ’bout a thot, I let my cars bring me out (Out)
Wrap the cash up and vacuum seal, it won’t rot (Rot)
I can bag her, she want the d*** ’cause I’m toxic (Toxic)
I can spazz out and throw my b*tch in Givenchy
Her pressure, Baguettes, make everything iconic
Homicide, make sure you stick to the script
One of a kind, fallin’ asleep on a pill (Pluto)
Top of the line art, gotta splash through the crib
Freestyle off the top and I can make me a M
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pinstriped couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin’ off some sh*t you ain’t got
Ha, now I’m out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain’t ’bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh*t got rained out
I done got so rich (Yeah), I think my cars bring me out
Benz after Benz, I’m on my Maybach sh*t
My opp got this one so I done gave it to my b*tch
Huh, got a Birkin on my motherf**kin’ wrist
Think I’m lyin’? You can dive in this b*tch just like a fish
If it still got the odds, it’s a perfect dish
Give it to my kid, I’m ’bout to eat this whole wig
Gave her nine racks like a motherf**kin’ Sig
If you made some mills in the pandemic then you big
Take the Porsche away (Yeah), fillin’ up a safe (Yeah)
Got the Bugatti (Yeah), f**k a pool party (Yeah)
Pourin’ weed in her p*ssy like I’m Bob Marley (Yeah)
All my dawgs got it (Yeah), we don’t do no barkin’
Ni**a put me out, so I bought the shop (Yeah)
I put my cars in this b*tch, now it’s a parkin’ spot
We had more oil in the city back when it was a drought
They thought I got rid of it, I had brang the Wraithy out
Livin’ legitimate, I’m swervin’ in a foreign car
Cheetah print, leather Goyard
It ain’t ’bout a thot, I let this money do seducin’
I turn two-hundred on a dash to a movie
I done got so rich, f**k two b*tches in a coupe
I’m paranoid, hundred rounds on me too
It ain’t no cap in my rap, I got proof
Took me a nap and had on three mill’ in jewels (Pluto)
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pinstriped couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin’ off some sh*t you ain’t got
Ha, now I’m out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain’t ’bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh*t got rained out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain’t ’bout no thot, my cars bring me out