Breath Mint

(Yeah) (Woah) (Yeah) Baby in that car And I be cruisin Baby in that car And I be zoomin Fuckin' up the broad She like to do it Bang in the studio Yeah, the booth shit I make a song she sing along Rockin' on that V-Lone She was in my bed last night Ridin' like a seesaw Don't take no weeks off Countin' up my green Go This shit hot like the desert Yeah, I call it Rango Sippin' drinks Yeah, I'm right up on a private jet These people used to doubt me And now they say I'm up next Say I got some money So I pulled out the whip To flex You think your shit don't stink I told you eat a breath mint Yeah, I'm pullin' out the whip And it's motherfuckin' Transit Baby, don't take This life for granted I didn't mean to hurt your feelings But I already said it I just wanna be loved I guess that's my fetish I put my feelings in a bottle Should I send it No, I think I'm too scared Of rejection I'm like, fuck it Yeah, ooh, forget it I lay on my deathbed Till I'm dead bitch Baby in that car And I be cruisin Baby in that car And I be zoomin Fuckin' up the broad She like to do it Bang in the studio Yeah, the booth shit I make a song she sing along Rockin' on that V-Lone She was in my bed last night Ridin' like a seesaw Don't take no weeks off Countin' up my green Go This shit hot like the desert Yeah, I call it Rango