Rotating Valets (DJ Breakem Off Mix)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Clear the runway baby

I get money from Sunday to Sunday lady

Ohh behave I'm young, rich famous

Grinding, keep my pockets on Schwarzenegger

O.G in my Swisher so my blunt taste flavored, don't it?

Ya'll niggas can get if you want it

Tryna catch a flight?

I'm in the back seat playing X Box, car service just chillin'

[Verse 2: Big KRIT]

Now this could be one of those days

I chop on my blades, leave my worries behind

Just pretend that I’m paid

Do it big, do it large, on the boulevard

Get a sense of success, pushin' candy cars

I did some thangs for that Chevy mayne

Restored the frame, blew the brains, out on everything

I ain’t ashamed, scooped my dame cause she down to roll

Since way before, don’t touch my screens or my radio

She know the score

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I'm rollin up another one

Starring out this window, window, window, windowwww

They tellin me to change how I'm livin', but its all I know

I'm seen in every city on my way out to another one, another one, another one, another ooonne

You find me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh

[Verse 3: Big KRIT]

Now this could be one of those days

Parlay and I ball, turning necks til they break, outside of the mall

Going in going hard like a superstar

Break the bank full tank take me super far

I swang and bang, sittin' heavy mayne

Hoggin' lanes candy paint never leave a stain

Let it rain, hydroplane, but I'm ridin' slow

Eyes closed, Etta James keep me on my toes

Can’t let her go

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[Verse 4: Bun B]

Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain

With diamonds up against them balling through your hood mayn

And I'm smoking on some good mayn, the color purple

Not the movie, but the kind that have you going in a circle

Chrome, looking more classy than the Transco Tower

Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower

Like 'Face I got the money, the power and the finesse

To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand round my neck

I'm looking real shiny; you can see me from a mile away

Thought you was doing it, until I came and took your smile away

Pull up on your side in the turning lane

Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce

And I'm Cadillac turning mayn (i'm gone)

Little swang to the left, big swang to the right

My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight

So don't try to knock us baby, don't try to hate

That's how we do it in that Lone star state; get it straight

We be

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