[Intro: Roy Woods]
(Is that Beezee?)
Yeah
Yeah
City in a Demon
Uh-huh
Oh, yeah, yeah
(Goddamn, Rayny)
[Chorus: Roy Woods]
I was on the highway speedin', ridin' in the city in a Demon (Skrrt)
Two bad hoes, didn't dream it, how they try to flex in the beamer (How they try to flex)
We was makin' money OT (OT), made so much wops, niggas never would believe it (Whole lot of wops)
I was in 305 with the boy in the zone with your girlfriend scheming
Percocet, smoke a blunt, now I'm ten feet up (Now I'm ten feet, ten feet)
Nigga caught a whole lot of bodies like a seven sеater (Seven sеat, uh, huh, huh, yeah)
Whole lot of bitches in the club tryna get T'd up (Tryna get T, T'd)
She just want liquor in her mouth and her cat beat up (Beat her up, oh, oh)
[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
Sweet thing, I'm pickin' up on (Pickin' up on)
One thing, she won't leave a nigga 'lone (Leave a nigga 'lone)
Gettin' money from the trick, now I go (Trick, trick, trick)
Said she finna pop shit if I want (Pop shit, pop shit, uh)
Five in me, take a lil' more (Five, take a lil')
First time, you ain't gotta let 'em know
First off, I ain't gotta let you roll
Better come around expectin' nothin'
Step with my thirty with thirty bands
Seem like I'm tired, I wish you went in the morning
I know when she see me, she want a band
But I'ma get a bag, go get a check in the morning
Like a croissant, she eat me right up in the morning (Uh-huh)
And she hot like Santa Monica
We in a Dodge, yeah, dodging 12
In a Hellcat raising hell
[Chorus: Roy Woods]
I was on the highway speedin', ridin' in the city in a Demon (Skrrt, skrrt)
Two bad hoes, didn't dream it, how they try to flex in the beamer (Two bad hoes, I didn't dream it)
We was makin' money OT, made so much wops, niggas never would believe it (Made so much wops)
I was in 305 with the boy in the zone with your girlfriend scheming (Hey, hey, hey)
Percocet, smoke a blunt, now I'm ten feet up (Percocet, smoke a blunt, now I'm ten feet)
Nigga caught a whole lot of bodies like a seven seater (Nigga caught a whole lot of bodies like a seven seat)
Whole lot of bitches in the club tryna get T'd up
She just want liquor in her mouth and her cat beat up (Cat beat up)
[Verse 2: Roy Woods]
I slide
Ridin' through Atlanta in a drop top
We was makin' money by the chop shop
Shorty said I look like a rock star
Yeah, and I know all the pop stars
Told the lil' bitch better move correct
Or your lil' ass gettin' chastised
In the [?][1:55], got 'em [?]
You know I get paid off this
Get paid just to talk a lil' shit
I drip that fit
Bitch, I been lit
Ooh, it's a two-door coupe
Ooh, I pull up, roof missing
Yeah, and I'm just gon' get it
I think you is against the kid
[?][2:13]
[Chorus: Roy Woods]
I was on the highway speedin', ridin' in the city in a Demon (Skrrt, skrrt)
Two bad hoes, didn't dream it, how they try to flex in the beamer (Two bad hoes, I didn't dream it)
We was makin' money OT, made so much wops, niggas never would believe it (Made so much wops)
I was in 305 with the boy in the zone with your girlfriend scheming (Hey, hey, hey)
Percocet, smoke a blunt, now I'm ten feet up (Percocet, smoke a blunt, now I'm ten feet)
Nigga caught a whole lot of bodies like a seven seater (Nigga caught a whole lot of bodies like a seven seat)
Whole lot of bitches in the club tryna get T'd up
She just want liquor in her mouth and her cat beat up (Cat beat up)
[Outro: DJ Charlie B]
Charlie B
Roy Woods
UTU
Beezee
All gas
