Driver’s Ed

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Valee] I'm finna take her shopping, told her, "Prep for it" My lean was seven-forty-seven, I coulda boarded Boeing These Gucci frames darker than a bitch, I'm scared to step forward She got Chanel Uggs, them bitches real fur I switched up my interior, it felt borin' I push-button start it, how you get it goin'? I pulled up in the 'Cat, stand for, you're late I pulled up in Hellcat, them bitches U-R-L My t-shirt from Italy, it's tan like the Eiffel I got ProCharger whining, singing like Miguel I got hundreds overlapping, еnvelope, no mail I buy Louis V and Bud Light, Costco sell My pockеts filled up with ya favorite kinda cake I upgraded my Brembo, it's ya favorite kinda brake I pull up in the Arizona, I'm talkin' 'bout the State I pour up in the Arizona, but not the Arnold Palmer I got four cellphones, and for that money, they gon' vibrate She in 'Sace head to feet, she on a vibrant date I got AC on that old school, keep it on moderate When I'm in the store, bitch, I don't even mind the rate I don't be tryna wait [Verse 2: Curren$y] Tried to allow the valet to park it, they ain't know how to start it Was once a starving artist, now my mama ballin' I get on beats and go to walkin', dog, I go to joggin' One take, I do it often, I be goin' off in here Z-R-1, a thousand horses, I can't wait to launch it I can't wait to stomp the gas pedal to the carpet From my phone, I turn the air conditioning on in my garages Who really the bosses, who really just targets? Who rest bought Ferraris, who really just be talkin'? All-white Air Forces, I got a eye for rare Porsches I'm highed up in my fortress, light provided by torches I can tell y'all niggas don't want it [Outro: Valee] I'm finna take her shopping, told her, "Prep for it" My lean was seven-forty-seven, coulda boarded Boeing These Gucci frames darker than a bitch, I'm scared to step forward She got Chanel Uggs, them bitches real fur I switched up my interior, it felt borin' I push-button start it, how you get it goin'? I pulled up in the 'Cat, stand for, you're late When I'm in the store, bitch, I don't even mind the rate I don't be tryna wait