Curren Y Drive Parking Lot Music Lyrics

Don't drink & drive so my fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up

All about the paper nigga, fax machine
Diamonds in my pinky ring
Details, just the smaller things, in the big scheme
In the end we'll reign supreme over everything
Switching lanes, gold dainty danes
Make them chevys swing, can't complain
I been hopping planes, living out my dreams
Hella high, but I'm always focused when I'm on the scene
Crispy jeans, boutique ice creams
Extra clean, she wanna be next to me
Homie just let it be, drop the top, pulled off on 3
Like the perfect (skrt!) description of a fucking g
I got it on me, I got it on me
Writing on me
Pulling off with the top down
Smoking loud in front of ya house

Don't drink & drive so my fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my fo don't crash
Don't drink & drive so my fo don't crash
Nigga half way home and my cell is still blowing up
While the wait, chasing paper, got my dream girl rolling up