Formula 350

{Intro}:

This car is enough trouble is it?

No no no. Never been off the lot far as I can tell

*Crowd Laughter*

Driving is a serious business. Y'know. These days, you gotta fuck about with safety. You ever wanna go for a ride in a car without your seatbelt?

*Crowd Laughter*

{Verse 1-Seafood Sam}:

Yo, look
Small pup make way when [?]
Smile on face, 2-Stepping with a weapon
Only speak what I know, never guessing
Talking to myself, competing with my reflection
It's only right I hold it down for my section
Known for making niggas greater who had less than
Set trends with anything I step in
Gotta steer clеar of weird bitches and yes-mеn
It was all just a dream, now I'm living what I'm seeing
So it feel like I'm asleep
Lil' niggas still tryna compete
But ain't good enough to lick the dirt off my cleats
Known to be a beast
Norfside nigga who got love for the east
Westside I salute too, it's all for the Beach
How I pull the car through I make the parking lot freeze
A real rockstar, I'm Heath Ledger out the cop car
Wind in my dreads, middle finger to your knock-offs
He say he tough but champagne sipping the only time he ever popped off
Get lost lil' dog you ain't fucking with us
There's no room in this Rolls Royce for sucker niggas
I paint pictures, real vivid with the words
All handshakes and hugs once the wheel kiss the curb
Motherfucker

{Chorus}
Mo' money bring mo' problems (Mo' money bring mo' problems)
But if you got enough saved up it'll solve them
Mo' money bring mo' problems (Mo' money bring mo' problems)
But if you got enough saved up it'll solve them

{Outro}

This that stand up playa shit man, you know me, I can't promise you the moon and the stars, and Heaven and Earth and all that, but I can promise you the [?] of a Pontiac