Cruisin

[Intro]

Turn up, turn up

[Chorus: Boozie Badazz]

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes

[Verse 1: Boozie Badazz]

Crusing down the street with Nicky and Tiffany

Hookah in the air, and kush, cinnamon

Fresh up out the airplane, jumped up in the Wraith

I’m barely in the door, fuck the rain, I’m straight

Riding big bucket, me and my girl KimYeing

Worried 'bout nothing, I got license and registration

Pocket full of money, bitch, I ball like a dog

Ride like I’m in an old ‘Lac on white wall

Turn down Peach street, stopped and got my dogs

Stopped and got a fifth, then we went and hit the mall

Got the hat to match my kicks, got some heels for my chicks

Talking million dollar deals on my iPhone 6, big!

Ride sick, can’t too many buy this

Thought I was gone, came home and got rich

Drop top with a real hot bitch

She from Brazil where the fuck you find this?

I be

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

I pull up in some shit you never seen

I'm quick to sell a ho a dream

"Damn, Gotti, you so selfish"

And I'm like, ho, I feed the whole team

Get them bricks and I'ma flood the hood

White ghost, white leather, stainless steel hood

Yeah, my grill look like Benihana

White Rover for my baby momma

I'm Cruzin' down the street in an old school Chevy

Bumpin' NWA with that Mac 11

And I ain't saving no hoes 'cause I'm not a reverend

I'm from the streets, I'm a thug, and I'm super intelligent

Put on for the streets and I know that I am

454 on that cutless, plus the cam

Red interior, 458 shit

I pull up in slow mo

Look like the Matrix

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes

[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]

I keep that strap in my lap

My phone on loud

Nigga tryin' to spend something, can't miss that call

See a couple of haters looking

Dismiss that dog

You know me I'm looking back like I did that dog

It's too much money to be made

To fight over cron

The day I'm riding the I [?]

Treating my lungs

I gotta call from New York, another deal on the table

Got off the phone like yeah, couple mil' on the table

You can catch me in the whip front of Saks Fifth Ave

With my Dominican black, rich long hair

Pass through they be looking as i swang on through

Real recognize real, so I chuck up the deuce

Stopped at the Chevron, got a lil' gas

Pull behind the car wash, got a lil' head

Niggas want my head, but the boy ain't scared

Headed home gon' to count the bread

Boosie Badazz

I be

[Chorus]

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow

Cruising down the street

Cru-cru-cruising down the street with some bad hoes