Verse 1:
Posted in the front seat of my Maybach
Nowhere to go
Ready to do whateva's clever
Put on a show
Don't really matter we can chop, chop, chop it up
We can get it poppin'
Even bump in the parking lot
B-Section:
Whateva you like
I'm on the same side
We can go the distance, homie
Cuz I'm always neutral
Gimme the green light
Be there in no time
Play the right position
Baby, you can have it all
Hook:
Put the Pedal To The Metal
Rollin' wit' my shades low
For some of that ol'
You know, good ol', good ol'
Kick back and roll down
The window
And just let the wind blow
Get high off that ol'
You know, good ol', good ol'
We'll beat the traffic
And I know all the back streets
And we can take the alleys
Baby, there's no hurries
Put the Pedal to the metal
Rollin' wit my shades low
For some of that ol'
Good ol', good ol'
Verse 2:
Baby boy right here I got that power, so official
It'll keep you goin' after hours
Stuck in a zone
What I got right here it makes the
Boys hallucinate
Having you bragging, estatic
No one can duplicate
B-Section
Hook
Bridge x3
Now we can uh, uh, uh
Let the speakers bump
Keep it on the hush
There's no need to rush
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce wit me
Bounce, uh, now
Let's roll