Drumma Boy - I Don't Do Roofs lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm allergic to ceilings, offended by tops I don't have no feelings, get that from my pops Convertible Gucci, convertible Phantom Got money on money, might drop the top on my mansion Let me reintroduce me, I'm drop top Gucci Had a hard top once, but now I'm drop top stupid I got your girlfriend with me, she in an awkward position Switching gears on the steering wheel and I'm revving the engine She never seen nothing like it so she keeps asking me questions She ask me where is my ceiling, I told her f** it I left it She started braining, I'm driving, I damn near went past the exit I'm in a headless Ferrari, me and your wifey, she naked [Hook] Hit the bank, withdraw a million dollars, then make it rain at the house Vacuum, then a month later I done found like 100 thou Eating breakfast the next day, found diamonds all in my fruit loops 8 cars and they topless cause truthfully I don't do roofs I don't do roofs, I don't do roofs I don't do roofs, I don't do roofs 8 cars and they topless cause truthfully I don't do roofs I don't do roofs, I don't do roofs [Verse 2] Got ahead in my car, got a headless car Got my top pushed back but I'm up to par She glazing at my Cartier's, looking at the star My game is extraterrestrial, it's next to Mars Your n***as swag so stanky it's an extra charge Get in that ugly a** car, I'm dropping s**y bars I know some k**ers long beards, and they praise Allah I got some skinny waisted b**hes, but they stuff cigars So how we country and these cars ain't from this country Hit one bu*ton and fold my top just like it's lunch Sexy but can't eat a spaghetti for nothing Blood red Rari, drop my top, Spaghetti Junction [Hook]