M5 (Feat. Day$Okee, Axaero & Imis!)

The world is yours
Trust me, you'll love it

She wanna pull up to my spot, babygirl, that's fine with me
Chillin' with my homies, Souls of Mischief back in '93
Take the Beemer out, without a doubt, but we can't find the key
Four door in the city, but this biddy wanna dine with me
Mad fly with my crew, Phife in the eighties
Pick a new coupe, Audi, beemer, or Mercedes
Only Lexus if it's F with it
Cooking like a chef with it
Not doing any baking but with whips we got no deficit

Threesome like a turbo, it's better with a twin
I'ma line em up and roll em up over like a bowling pin
Baby rides it like a dragon don't be callin' me toothless
Blowing up, I'm fraggin', I'm ballin', I'm ruthless
Whippin M5, now don't think to turn your back to me
Sixteen and got more cheddar than a cheesecake factory
You don't want the beef, you know you can't take the creatine
Always been a chief, get more neck than a guillotine

Riding in a beemer, M5 wit the stick shift
Ruler clip talking so you better mind yo business
Pussy talk better have yo money off yo wishlist
Smoke a pack, leave yo body black, ain't no witness
Swerving lanes in L.A. with yo mistress
Body bags leave em stacked like a hit list
40 racks on the dash money spending
All intact we ain't shootin' flames we be grippin' tacs

Oh shit, yeah
Man, that's crazy
Pull up to the spot in a brand new Mercedes
Your bitch on my dick, I think you should get yo lady
I be gettin all these motherfuckin' bands on the daily, like
Hop outside the whip, M5, not an M3
With a bad lil' thotty and she all up on me
And I'm countin' up all hunnids in the back
Smokin gas with a baddie and she
Bouta give me neck, like

I be fuckin' on your daughter when she be givin' neck
I got 2 bad thots and I wanna make her dance
M5 with my clip
M5 when it spit
What the fuck are you be doin' on my shit?
With your clique
Like damn
Red dot on your head, I'm the man
Fuck this bitch with my vans with my clan
Red dot, I aim on your head
Fuck your daughter yeah, she be throw it back

Pull up to my spot, babygirl, that's fine with me
Chillin' with my homies, Souls of Mischief back in '93
Take the Beemer out, without a doubt, but we can't find the key
Four door in the city, but this biddy wanna dine with me
Mad fly with my crew, Phife in the eighties
Pick a new coupe, Audi, beemer, or Mercedes
Only Lexus if it's F with it
Cooking like a chef with it
Not doing any baking but with whips we got no deficit

You're a legend, Rainspire