Bun B - Rotating Valets (DJ Breakem Off Mix) lyrics

[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 n***as 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 [Hook:] 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 [Hook:] [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 cla**y 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 [Hook:]