[Hook]
Dreaming of, candy cars
Looking out the moon roof seeing stars
Old school, this thing of ours
Quarter tank of gas hope it get me far
Typical day
Dreaming bout that cutlass
Dreaming bout that cutlass
[Verse 1]
Riding through the neighborhood to meet up with the homies
I get a text from a super freak, talking bout “Why in the hell did you leave me lonely?”
Now she claims I'm phony, Bumping that East 99
Everybody’s amazed at the shine
That I got on my whip and my chick
She love to read bossip
We bouta hit the mall but I ain't gonna buy shit
Riding by some old homies, yea, they still walking but that ain't my business though
Niecey accuse me of messing around with hella chicken heads but I ain’t trippin' though
Grab a couple of 40 ounces with this nigga B, he decided just to hit the flo'
Talkin' bout “Do you know how much you can get for a slip and fall in a liquor sto?”
Well, I'm out
Sun beaming on the Chevy
Bumping summer music, bass is really heavy
Man, I feel we winning, where is the confetti?
Celebrating life and this is the beginning
Everybody out and kicking it, I'm wondering about the places Imma hit this evening
Probably gonna end up with my homie, Monique, but if she's on games then Imma end up leaving, easy
Take it out of park and put it in motion
Mama said “What's up with all that commotion?”
Back to the studio, hopefully Q can go
Throw me a feature, that boy got a groovy flow
Ex chick at the corner sto’
I was thinking of everything that I could say
I told my old plays that I would stay
But word to O’Shea, it was a good day
[Hook]
Dreaming of, candy cars
Looking out the moon roof seeing stars
Old school, this thing of ours
Quarter tank of gas hope it get me far
Typical day
Dreaming bout that cutlass
Dreaming bout that cutlass
[Verse 2]
Riding on trues and vogues
Dreaming about groupie hoes
I think that you should know
I want the good life
Playing some Marvin Gaye
Man, it's a lovely day
I just got this to say
I want the good life
Candy Paint drippin’ wet
Them boys swangin' down
Shine like a pro, do this shit here all the time
Teetop, make them hoes bop, I'm that nigga
Parking lot, playing hop scotch, hitting switches. (x2)
[Hook]
Dreaming of, candy cars
Looking out the moon roof seeing stars
Old school, this thing of ours
Quarter tank of gas hope it get me far
Typical day
Dreaming bout that cutlass
Dreaming bout that cutlass