[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Ménage me, massage me, girl top me at top speed
My drop Beam’ is topless, two dimes in my back seat
The front seat is Smoke P, they know this is no tint
My focus is smoking while fingerin’ the both them
First I let her drive me, then I let her ride me
I creep up like a car thief and steal her in a heart beat
So much jewelry on me you should stand beside me
I know that she’s a car freak ‘cause I skeeted on her white tee
So much money on me I think they should clone me
I may leave her lonely, but I won't leave her ornery
First she drive the jet ski, then I drive her crazy
Gucci Mane the Glacier shawty softer than my silk sheets
[Chorus]
First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me
Yyyeeeaaahhhh, go, go
First I let her drive me, then I let her ride me
Yyyeeeaaahhhh
First I let her drive me, then i make her ride me
Yyyeeeaaahhhh
First I let her drive me, then i make her ride me
Yyyeeeaaahhhh
Girl, get in girl
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Hocus Pocus, touch the button and my ceilin’ open
Abracadabra, I touch another and my telescopin’
High as a sparrow boy like Lil Darrel boy he special really
Gucci help pedal my bracelet upwards then a quarter million
Fifty inch extensions my britches cost me ‘bout a quarter chicken
Bentley’s and Bentley’s and BMWs is over 20
Now I'm in tinted's rock tennis chains me and Serena Williams
360 Modena Ferrari top I left it with my dealer
Flexing on n****s, flexes with clothes he got from other niggas
Droppin’ the trigger on Christmas flexin’ and flossin’ my crystals
Black as a ninja, high as suspenders
Icey as the limo, Gucci the blizzard lizard and listen this is not a rental
[Chorus]
First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me
Nnneeooww, go, go
First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me
Gooo, gooo, goo, goo, goooo
First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me
Yeeeaaahhhh, catch up
First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me
Gucciii, hheeeehhhh
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane (Auto-tuned)]
Try this, spider kick, ride dick, she psychic
I taped her on my iPhone, sorta like my Side Kick
My first bitch, she a bad bitch
Perfectly perfect, she so thick
Love buying’ her purses and outfits, she’s worth it
My bitch like a fire pit, murder and the [?]
This Lady Gaga gamble Gucci got a mark six
Mama called me Aston Martin only drivin’ Mondays
Magic City Mondays, one day you’ll get money
Present day is not today, Sunday
You ain’t got no money
Taxes are soon so got his own mic display
Diamond on girl wild, so call me Gucci sensei, sensei
Call me Gucci Sensei
So many wheels they should call me Gucci Kinte, Kinte
So many wheels they should call me Gucci Kinte
So many chains they should call me Gucci Kinte
But I’m not a slave though
[Chorus]
First I let her drive me, then I make her drive me
Yyyeeeaaahhhh, go, go
First I let her drive me, then I let her ride me
Yyyeeeaaahhhh
First I let her drive me, then i make her ride me
Yyyeeeaaahhhh
First I let her drive me, then i make her ride me
Yyyeeeaaahhhh