120 ON THE DASH Lyrics

(You know I'm barely keepin' up with all these bad habits, shit)

(Ay)

You know Ima hit 120 plus

On the dashboard, yea

I don't ever miss, I don't even need a backboard, yea

You know what it is, no bullshit

I'm that boy, yea

Racin' off the lot in a new fast toy, yea

I'm takin' off in the AMG

Ain't nothin' you could say to me

Zero to 60 in 3.3

I'm racin, Need for Speed

I hear 'em talkin' bout me

But they don't need to speak

Ima just make your yearly income

By the end of the week

Smokin' out the window

You can smell it through the city (City)

Sorry, I'm not sorry

'Cause you know I get too litty (Litty)

Puttin' that girl in new clothes

That lil' itty bitty (Bitty)

And when I gotta go do shows

She always fuckin' with me

(Ay, ay)

You tryna turn shit up on me?

You know that shit weak

You ain't saying shit

You always askin', "Can I please?"

I'm cashin' out, I'm really spazzin' out for this cheese

You ratted out, so for that

I don't want no fuckin' peace

Everything I been getting, I work for

No, this shit ain't free

I'm even dropped out in my work clothes

You know this shit ain't cheap

You must got it misconstrued

If you think this shit easy

Ok, ok, I'll be honest

I do this shit way too easy

(Okay)

I love the money so much

It's all mine, you can't touch

'Cause your fingers greasy

Oh, your fingers sticky, sticky

Fuck it, roll up, hold up

Drinkin' up the soda

And I'm dizzy, dizzy

Rollin' up the sticky sticky

I'm takin' off in the AMG

Ain't nothin' you could say to me

Zero to 60 in 3.3

I'm racing, Need for Speed

I hear 'em talkin' bout me

But they don't need to speak

Ima just make your yearly income

By the end of the week

Smokin' out the window

You can smell it through the city

Sorry, I'm not sorry

'Cause you know I get too litty

Puttin' that girl in new clothes

That lil' itty bitty

And when I gotta go do shows

She always fuckin' with me

Yea, yea

She always fuckin' with me

Look at the ceiling she seein' the stars

Yea, she fuckin' with me

Thought I was drivin' but we been parked

I know she fuckin' with me

I put her in car after car, after car

Because she fuckin' with me

She always fuckin' with me

She runnin' out of the house

So I told her, "Hold up!"

I got her head in the clouds

She can feel the motor

We really been out for awhile

I ain't seein' no one

Had to change up my style

'Cause I ain't fuckin' with the old one

I can go spend how I want

'Cause I ain't owing' no one

Put her in Yves Saint Laurent

'Cause I gotta show her

She get anything that she want

And she gotta know it

She said that I'm spendin' a lot

I told her, "I know it"

Now I'm

I'm takin' off in the AMG

Ain't nothin' you could say to me

Zero to 60 in 3.3

I'm racing, Need for Speed

I hear 'em talkin' bout me

But they don't need to speak

Ima just make your yearly income

By the end of the week

Smokin' out the window

You can smell it through the city (City)

Sorry, I'm not sorry

'Cause you know I get too litty (Litty)

Puttin' that girl in new clothes

That lil' itty bitty (Bitty)

And when I gotta go do shows

She always fuckin' with me

Rollin' up the sticky

Got me dizzy

Smell it through the city

Gettin' too litty

We be gettin' busy

'Til we get dizzy

Rollin' up the sticky

Gettin' too litty