Lambo, Pt. 1

Uh, mercy me Crusing in that Murcielago Mercy mercy me (Lambo) I said mercy mercy me I said mercy Verse 1: I've been searching for a real type lover Draped in red dress pull up on the scene You've got hostess for your chariot And suicide doors Before you take off Baby spread your wings Lord have mercy That Murcielago On the highway watch her bob and weave I know it's late And you want me to see you Please, turn off your high beams Chorus: Now wait a minute it was all a dream Cause God knows I can't afford you This minimum wage dreams Getting paid six figures for a nigga getting laid It was all a dream And I can't support you Fuck all the models That Murcielago Spend my energy some other way Hook: Crusing down the high way Chasing those pipe dreams Lamborghini drop top the blocks hot Tell me what you need Fronting all your divends Spend your advance at the dealership Got a garage full of goods A heart made of wood Come chopping down your tree Verse 2: I've been searching for a real type of lover Can you show me where she might be Ain't looking for a Lamborghini That girl's too obvious A name doesn't make you luxury So [?] sit down Crenshaw Boulevard Next to Churches Chicken Posted in the parking lot I see A mothership [?] I think I must have found myself a queen Chorus