Cruisin

[Intro] Turn up, turn up [Chorus: Boozie Badazz] Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes [Verse 1: Boozie Badazz] Crusing down the street with Nicky and Tiffany Hookah in the air, and kush, cinnamon Fresh up out the airplane, jumped up in the Wraith I’m barely in the door, fuck the rain, I’m straight Riding big bucket, me and my girl KimYeing Worried 'bout nothing, I got license and registration Pocket full of money, bitch, I ball like a dog Ride like I’m in an old ‘Lac on white wall Turn down Peach street, stopped and got my dogs Stopped and got a fifth, then we went and hit the mall Got the hat to match my kicks, got some heels for my chicks Talking million dollar deals on my iPhone 6, big! Ride sick, can’t too many buy this Thought I was gone, came home and got rich Drop top with a real hot bitch She from Brazil where the fuck you find this? I be [Chorus: Boosie Badazz] Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I pull up in some shit you never seen I'm quick to sell a ho a dream "Damn, Gotti, you so selfish" And I'm like, ho, I feed the whole team Get them bricks and I'ma flood the hood White ghost, white leather, stainless steel hood Yeah, my grill look like Benihana White Rover for my baby momma I'm Cruzin' down the street in an old school Chevy Bumpin' NWA with that Mac 11 And I ain't saving no hoes 'cause I'm not a reverend I'm from the streets, I'm a thug, and I'm super intelligent Put on for the streets and I know that I am 454 on that cutless, plus the cam Red interior, 458 shit I pull up in slow mo Look like the Matrix [Chorus: Boosie Badazz] Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes [Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] I keep that strap in my lap My phone on loud Nigga tryin' to spend something, can't miss that call See a couple of haters looking Dismiss that dog You know me I'm looking back like I did that dog It's too much money to be made To fight over cron The day I'm riding the I [?] Treating my lungs I gotta call from New York, another deal on the table Got off the phone like yeah, couple mil' on the table You can catch me in the whip front of Saks Fifth Ave With my Dominican black, rich long hair Pass through they be looking as i swang on through Real recognize real, so I chuck up the deuce Stopped at the Chevron, got a lil' gas Pull behind the car wash, got a lil' head Niggas want my head, but the boy ain't scared Headed home gon' to count the bread Boosie Badazz I be [Chorus] Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow Cruising down the street Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes