My Rims Dancin

[Verse 1] A Black ass nigga in a red Phantom I might be ugly, but my car handsome I might can't dance, but my rims can Hit the break, urt skrt rims dancin' A stock Porsche Carrera, I'mma paint it orange It might be hood, but it's still foreign I might be rollin' on one of them thangs A candy painted six, sittin' on them thangs (Gucci!) Hummer truck or drop top, I got choices Rims all white, same color forces Lamb so low, it's like it's snorklin' My very freaky girl and it's insides are gorgeous [Hook x2] My Rims are dancing like a go-go dancer One's goin' forward and one's goin' backwards Put your fingers down there'll chop your damn hands up Gave my rims a tip because they're real good dancers [Verse 2] A Black ass nigga in a old school classic I pulled up to club Gucci Mama doin' the pool palace And now they doin' the snake and cabbage patchey Sittin' on davins, watch me spin backwards My rims are strippers and they dancin' nasty If you wanna pair, then you know you gotta cash-in You need a motor run, a new transmission Homeboy, you're trippin', your car game, is slippin' This card right here, it doesn't have a limit Gucci is a trapstar; how did Gucci get it? A drop Ferrari and it sure ain't rented Ask me where I bought it from, where other niggas can't get it [Hook] My Rims are dancing like a go-go dancer One's goin' forward and one's goin' backwards Put your fingers down there'll chop your damn hands up Gave my rims a tip because they're real good dancers