Deaton Chris Anthony Racecar
In my racecar
In my racecar
In my racecar, in my racecar
In my racecar, in my racecar
Everyone tell me I'm crazy
Picking up a boy that drives a Camry (Yeah)
I just wanna be your lady
Rolling one up and we can get hazy
Baby, I'm a racecar driver
Speedy bitch, catch up, need a reminder?
I get sassy like a tiger
One look at me, know what you desire
Alright, okay (Know what you desire)
Alright, okay (Know what you desire)
Alright, okay (Know what you desire)
Alright, okay
It's Daytona 500, baby
Tie your shoelace while I win this race, yeah (Bitch)
Got too many things on my plate
And you're too worried 'bout reaching first base, yeah
I'm the next aj Ferguson
Girls hit me up, skin soft like porcelain
Yeah, my interior's suede
But all I really want is the money, getting paid, yeah
All I really want is money, getting paid
All I really want is money, getting paid (Alright, okay)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
So you're telling me this is how the girls turn up?
Hmm, then I'ma stick with the girls
I'm a nascar bitch in a nice car, bitch
Speeding to this money, call me Big Rich
Counting bank rolls in a Rolls Royce
Leave you in the dust, fans scream and lose their voice
You know I love you, I don't mean to drive you crazy
Let's keep it peachy, drive down Peachtree in the fast lane (Yeah)
Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)
Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
We're cute, but psycho
Just sit tight, boy, let the girls play (Yeah)
Drive to the left, drive to the right
Turn around now, y'all (Okay)
Call the cops (Yeah)
All I really want is money, getting paid
All I really want is money, getting paid
I be Reba in my racecar
I be Reba in my racecar
Money, getting paid
Money, getting paid
Money, getting paid
