La Luna

[Intro: Action Bronson & Unknown person/Answering machine] Yo, yo, I need a car. I have to go to the garden. I'm gonna be late. I need one right now. Can you please call La Luna? Alright (Phone ringing) Hello. You've reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services. If you need a ride to the airport call 1-800 [?] airport. Please hold Yo, what beat is that, huh? Oh, that shit is funky, what is that? Yo, what beat is that? It's from the phone Could rhyme on this. Oh, hell yeah, hahah, yeah [Verse 1] Came out the pussy wearing Timbs Oh, my lord, it's him Time to put the toys back in the bin 'Cause I'm sick of this shit Motherfucker sweeter than a licorice stick And it's rubbing me the wrong way to say the least I'ma say my peace And I'ma breeze in the caprice with the gold seats Bumpin' Boosie on a slow creep On Collins Ave looking stoned, man, you know me Asian shooter with the blonde hair, Street Fighter character Fuck around and suplex 'em through the salad bar My life is greenlit, no script And we all know that money be the motive for this whole shit Bitch, I'm focused like none other, the number one Don Dada Drop-top trucks, I’m a young stunner, look at him Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa with the wing Mind blown [Interlude] A customer representative will be with you shortly. Did you know we can get to you in just seven minutes? Seven minutes. Call 1-800-80… [Verse 2] Your shit lack quality I'm sittin' right behind my chick makin' pottery My first joint was like an odyssey The second joint straight raw like the shaman's feet Climbed the stairs to the sun Sacrificed myself for protection of my only son Keep the bloodline strong while I watch close To another thousand years, here's a toast (clink) Champagne drippin' down the beard hair Supermodel sucking while I steer the long pink Fleetwood Roll a big fat blunt so you know I'm gonna sleep good Now [Outro] (Uh) (Rock-a-bye baby, yeah) (Rock-a-bye baby, uh-huh)