Switch Lanes (feat. The Game)

When I switch lanes, phantom doors swang

Arm out the window screaming, Money ain't a thang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

'Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain

Been around the world, all the hoes know my name

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Mr. Automatic bang, bang, bang

Fuck a **** up, Louie belth match the chucks

I'm in the club with raw ****, 10 ratchets tucked

Back it up like a U-haul, when cash is up

Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck

Racks in my cargos, Audemar stupid

Bitch say she in love with me, stay away from cupid

That Panamera's sick, Lupus

T-raw show 'em how we do it

Switch sign do it, my new bitch

A nudist, peace like a Buddhist

Cooler than cool-whip, give brain don't be stupid

Faded like boosie, cut like a crew neck

Arm out the window, 'nother check, 'nother Rolex

Mo' less, the mo' wet, the mos' sex, I must say

I bought her the P Jet, more than a piss test

So wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex tryna' make up

Wake up, telling these bitches to get their cake up

Wake up, shooting my babies all on her makeup

I'm running through these hoes, Brandon Jacobs

Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs

Eat it off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead

When I switch lanes, phantom doors swang

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

'Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain

Been around the world all the hoes know my name

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Mr. Automatic bang, bang, bang

Never tell a bitch I love her

Money talk Chris Tucker

Got a chauffeur, and a driver

I don't lease it, I'ma buy it

I'll be on the broke diet

You ain't eating, but you biting my style

Motherfucker strike light lightning

T-Carti, my bitch like Bugarri

I walk in the spot, all the bitches bogart me

Spend 30 racks, I'ma make it back tomorrow

Pull up with a bit titty bitch like Toccara

You ain't never seen a 'rari, look like a Safari

Tiger ridin' shotgun, snake band Cardi

Air, I'm in them like airs

2500 **** call 'em Nikes rare

See them **** hatin', but I don't really care

Gold bottles coming, tell them bitches light flares

Snow on my wrist call that rollie big bear

****, see it in the light though (Whoa) Rick Flair

When I switch lanes, phantom doors swang

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

'Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain

Been around the world all the hoes know my name

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Mr. Automatic bang, bang, bang

Pull up at the barbershop, chop the top of the Phantom

Bitches screamin', Ay, we ain't nowhere near Atlanta

Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner

Fucking with them lottery boys, now she a winna'

I'm all in the Virginia, I mean that vagina

Get lost in that pussy, ****, you will never find 'em

Eat it like lasagna, eat it like E-Honda

Shout out my ****, Breezy, and beat it like Rihanna

When I switch lanes, phantom doors swang

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

'Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain

Been around the world all the hoes know my name

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Mr. Automatic bang, bang, bang