Lambo, Pt. 1

Uh, mercy me
Crusing in that Murcielago
Mercy mercy me
(Lambo)
I said mercy mercy me
I said mercy

Verse 1:

I've been searching for a real type lover
Draped in red dress pull up on the scene
You've got hostess for your chariot
And suicide doors
Before you take off
Baby spread your wings
Lord have mercy
That Murcielago
On the highway watch her bob and weave
I know it's late
And you want me to see you
Please, turn off your high beams

Chorus:

Now wait a minute it was all a dream
Cause God knows I can't afford you
This minimum wage dreams
Getting paid six figures for a nigga getting laid

It was all a dream
And I can't support you
Fuck all the models
That Murcielago
Spend my energy some other way

Hook:

Crusing down the high way
Chasing those pipe dreams
Lamborghini drop top the blocks hot
Tell me what you need
Fronting all your divends
Spend your advance at the dealership
Got a garage full of goods
A heart made of wood
Come chopping down your tree

Verse 2:

I've been searching for a real type of lover
Can you show me where she might be
Ain't looking for a Lamborghini
That girl's too obvious
A name doesn't make you luxury
So [?] sit down
Crenshaw Boulevard
Next to Churches Chicken
Posted in the parking lot I see
A mothership [?]
I think I must have found myself a queen

Chorus