Tom: D major•
Verse 1
I wanna just live
G
Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit
D
Now throw it up (I throw that up)
That's what it is (that's what it is)
G
In my C- A- D- I- L- L- A- C,
bitch (biatch)
Verse 2
D
Can't see me through my tints
(nah ah)
I'm riding real slow (slow motion)
G
And my paint wet, dripping,
D
G
D
shining like my 24s (umbrella)
I don't got 24s (nuh- uh)
But I'm on those Vogues
G
D
That's those big white walls,
G
D
round them hundred spokes
Old school like Olde English in
that brown paper bag
G
I'm rolling in that same whip
that my granddad had
D
Hello haters, damn y'all mad
now how backpack rap is that?
Verse 3
D
I got that off- black Cadillac, midnight drive
G
D
Got that gas pedal, leaning back,
D
I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky
G
I shine, the city never looked so bright
Verse 4
G
D
Man, I'm lounging
In some shit Bernie Mac
would've been proud of
Looking down from heaven like
damn that's stylish
Smilin',
don't pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? Illegally
going a hundred and twenty
Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
They cannot catch
I'm ducking,
G
I'm looking fucking fantastic,
I am up in a classic
D
Now I know what it's like
under the city lights
Riding into the night,
driving over the bridge
G
The same one we walked across as kids
Knew I'd have a whip, but
never one like this
candy paint, two seater
there's hella Honda Civics
D
G
D
I couldn't tell you about paint either
But I really wanted a Caddy so
I put in the hours
And rolled up over to the dealer
And I found the car I dreamed of, placed
G
a bargain with this geezer
Got the keys in as I was leaving
I started screaming
Verse 5
D
I got that off- black Cadillac, midnight drive
G
D
Got that gas pedal, leaning back,
D
I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky
G
I shine, the city never looked
Verse 6
hoes in the backseat snortin' coke
She doing line after line
like she's writing rhymes
I had her inhalin' my love,
tryna blow her mind
Cadillac pimpin',
my uncle was on
14, I stole his keys,
me and my niggas was gone
Stealing portions of his liquor,
water in his Patron
Driving smiling like I won the fucking
lottery homes
(Fuckin' lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on
it, and the Vogues too
Mustard and mayonnaise,
keepin' the buns all on
My dogs hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball
Tryna fuck 'em all
Never park the whip,
see what's poppin' at the mall
Meet a bad bitch,
G
D
slap her booty with my paw
You can smoke the pussy,
G
I was tearing down the walls
I'm motherfuckin' awe some
D
Swear these sights tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steering wheel
way I grip the thighs
See the lust stuck up in her eyes
Maybe she like the ride or did she
like the smoke?
Or does she want it low?
'Cause this shit a Coupe
de Ville so you never know
So we cruise for minutes,
Got a window tinted,
for sure a gangsta in it
D
Slide 'til the gas is finished, Q
Verse 7
Off- black Cadillac, midnight drive
G
Got that gas pedal, leaning back,
taking my time
D
I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky
G
I shine, the city never looked so bright
Verse 8
D
Got that off- black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back,
taking my time
I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky
Outro 1
I shine, the city never looked so bright
D
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