Young had dreams of whippin a purple range/
Or ridin a baby blue stick shit thang made in the 80's/
Call my whip my little lady/
I make sure she stay fly/
Shoes wit ah twenty-three on the side/
lets jus call dem da greatest/
Ah new dress dat flip colors/
lets jus call it the latest/
wig done too, like smooth leather and shit/
grill shiny, change mothafuckin weather and shit/
the boobs pop out, screens flop out/
like a super model chick/
call it my super-model whip/
she stay wit somethin insider/
somethin like a ridda/
its somethin inside her/
dat make me wanna rid her/
couldnt explain it if i wanted to/
shes my girl and she know its true/
engine roars like she could never die/
i never tell her no lies/
cuz ah nigga dont need to/
all my troubles shell be there to see ah nigga through/
yea nigga/
