More songs by Joey Valence & Brae
Description
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Joey Valence & Brae
Lyricist, Composer: Lloyd Ashley Pinchback
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Producer: Joey Valence
Lyrics and translation
Original
New York City, you listen up.
If you can hear me right now, I need you to get in your car, get delinquent, and go steal cash from a cash register for no reason.
This world is your world as of right now.
JBB, sucka!
Feel like I'm liberated. Call my mama up, up and tell her I made it.
You can call it tough love, but you only hate it. This for all the pretty girls I went and dated.
I've been going so fast throughout my life. Tryna hit that gas and push the pipe.
I'm tryna slow it down before I lose the light. Is this the only way I can do it right?
Steamed on the mic, I turn into a savage. I'm a fucking blue eyes white dragon.
I got a girl locked down and I trust her. You rappers ain't got a clue, Colonel
Mustard. It's Hula Gang, you bitches lame. I got a lot of RAM, we run the game.
Don't let the fame. Yeah, this for all the kids who wanna be something.
Yeah, go and make some shit that means something.
Stop, watch me roll, roll. Stop, watch me roll, roll. Stop, watch me roll, roll. Stop.
Push the pipe. Pu-push the pipe. Bought a Beamer off the showroom floor. Cash check, fifty
K out the door. I'm rocking Polo jammies, motherfuck a Grammy.
She got a demon head logo on her panties. Watch your mouth, karma's a real bitch.
Climb up payments, got your credit in a ditch. Hula Gang boys, we run the whole room.
Green hoodie, gold chain, call me Doctor Doom. My swag is important to me. So Filipino, I eat
Jollibee. I'm not a nurse, but I got my degree. I got the M2, but I want an M3.
Whoa, we push the pipe. We catching flights, catching them flights.
We sell out nights, multiple nights. I'm on a roll, I gotta go.
Don't keep me going 'cause I'm really 'bout to blow.
This world, your world. This world is your world.
This world, your world. As, as, as, as, as of right now. Stop, watch me roll, roll.
Stop, watch me roll, roll. Stop, watch me roll, roll. Stop. Push the pipe. Pu-push the pipe.
Yeah, don't go messing with the recipe. Yeah, Kevin Hart, you are just a mini-me.
Uh, hit the dance floor and get your shaky.
Yeah, top speed like it's a necessity. Uh, life's moving so fast I can't focus.
Been seeing double like I'm fucking mitosis. Closest person to me, you can't smoke this.
Throne's been empty since the GOATs made Otis. Know this, I would never whip a Ford Focus.
I need a turbo Lotus. I need a Rolls Royce Cullie, sitting on dubbies. Whip game sick like
I'm stuck in 2020, yo. I'd rather be homeless than chromeless.
You got no backbone, you boneless. My paint job sweet like candy.
Jolly Rancher blue Beamer, baby, I'm fancy.
Fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy.
Fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy. Push the pipe. Pu-push the pipe