T.I. - Hot Wheels Lyrics
[Intro: Young Dro & Travis Porter]TP: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyYD: Okay. Aye they ain't gon like this shit right hereTP: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaYD: Aye Tip, check this out, aye, push it. Travis Porter what's hannin', push it! [Hook: Travis Porter]I'm in at Hot Wheel and I'm driving real fastAnd I'm smashing on the gas, I'm tryna do the dashHot Wheel: got 200 on the dashMan I'm driving real fast, I'm tryna do the dashPush it! (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)Push it! (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)[Verse 1: Strap (of Travis Porter)]I'm in a hot wheel til I light this hereTap my ***** she switch my gearDiamond shining they all clearPHMG they all hereTattoos they all over meShe see me kissin all on my tipHe say I'm a rookie n-gga, I been doing it for yearsBetter take a look at me, better check my booking feeI been cooking shit off in the kitchen but I ain't Lil' BPull up in a Hot Wheel, ***** need a green cardAll-red candy paint, n-gga this your dream carI'm that muthaf-ckin n-gga all the *****es scheme forWhen she with me, she be hoping all her girlfriends seen herShe suck a dick so good, but why you think she on my team forI got her dancing slow, in slow mo like she on lean or somethingSmoking on that dro, got that ho drinking semenHear me coming down the street: 'Rari, screamingPinky ring doing numbers, shining, blingingInk all on my body and I'm hotter than a demon[Hook][Verse 2: Young Dro]Hold on let me rip this hoCar so fast I flipped that hoTell them boys don't play with DroPause that *****, skip that hoBlack coat let my coupe in hereDecapitate my roof in hereThe reason why they ask for Dro cuz they wanted the truth in hereJust like Star, I'm rockin ya? I'm poppin yaI knew something was fishy going on like tilapiaYou ain't f-ckin with pimpin thoughMy wrist blow up like indigoI like a model ***** but I would rather Oprah Winfrey thoughThe richest ***** up in this *****My paint flop and then flip in thisMy Glock it got a clip in itMy car so wet it's drippin shitThey copy me like Kinko doDiamond chain, one pink one blueCar so fast, my speakers on blastDon't race me boy, I'm shittin on youHold up they can't take this shitI spaz out with no brakes and shitI'm Bosco with this cake and shitCongo dro, ape and shitI saw yo broad and took that *****Wassup with all that liquor shit?You see these horses on my car'Rari ***** I'm pushin it[Hook][Verse 3: T.I.]I'm mindin mine, in 599sNew Ferraris, know that I'm ballin ho400, 000 in public housing, ? blunt of droThrough Atlanta station I'm pushinEvery corner I'm hookinBad *****es just lookinTryna throw me that *****Say what happened baby I can'tCause them n-ggas cool, but they ain't shawtyWrist froze and I can't thaw itHundred mil well that ain't hard, I'm hardAs a muthaf-cka, swear to God, I'm GodTo the trap n-ggas and dope boys... pauseBlow a half a mil just cause, ballMoney ain't a thang, not at allDrink the lean and get kool-aidGet high on pills for like 2 daysFresh to death in that?Diamonds clearer than Blu-rayAye! Ain't no fugaze, I'm too major, I'm super paidSay 30 mil, better double thatThat money short then we double backGot rubber bands around 30 racksI'm trouble man so where the trouble at?I got a truck load of them hood ratsI push through, where your hood at?[Hook]
