Daytona

[Chorus]
I heard she got a thing for some speed
Slow down, don't wrap that deamon round a tree
Go-getter, she don't tell me what she need
She just get down on knees roll up her sleeves
Speeding to her next destination
She goin’ fuck him good even though she hate him
No ties, she be winnin’ when she racin’
She goin’ hit that button ain't no patience

[Post-Chorus]
Main room, she about to fuck the streets up
Pink slip, yeah little mama got her keys up
Push to start, she got that body for a reason
Rule number one stay in your lane I might just ease in

[Verse 1]
Boy I might just ease in
Treat your body like a mango
Stab you with this fork and taste your seasoning
Show out and give them other niggas reasons
To blow that bread but she don't need it
‘Cause she like fast cars
Let her hit that clutch and she goin’ blast off
Big Birkin bag to break her back off
Floatin’ in this beamer
Imma let you drive ‘cause you ain't no [?]

[Chorus]
I heard she got a thing for some speed
Slow down, don't wrap that deamon round a tree
Go-getter, she don't tell me what she need
She just get down on knees roll up her sleeves
Speeding to her next destination
She goin’ fuck him good even though she hate him
No ties, she be winnin’ when she racin’
She goin’ hit that button ain't no patience

[Post-Chorus]
Main room, she about to fuck the streets up
Pink slip, yeah little mama got her keys up
Push to start, she got that body for a reason
Rule number one stay in your lane I might just ease in

[Verse 2]
Pussy so wet it got me merging and swerving
Got to get on my job ‘cause I'm important like a surgeon
‘Cause she don't want no problems, she rather me on bottom
She told me close my mouth ‘cause she the driver
Put that bitch in first gear, [?] for her worst year
Thing she came to fuck up the streets
She going power shift a two gear
Pop the clutch like new year
Tell her clock out I might just got to sleep

[Chorus]
I heard she got a thing for some speed
Slow down, don't wrap that deamon round a tree
Go-getter, she don't tell me what she need
She just get down on knees roll up her sleeves
Speeding to her next destination
She goin’ fuck him good even though she hate him
No ties, she be winnin’ when she racin’
She goin’ hit that button ain't no patience

[Post-Chorus]
Main room, she about to fuck the streets up
Pink slip, yeah little mama got her keys up
Push to start, she got that body for a reason
Rule number one stay in your lane I might just ease in