Far Out

Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Far out Will you let me speak my mind Girl I know you know you fine Ima groovy motherfucker Trying to keep it genuine When Im vibing in my car I be staring at the stars Then Im back on track Finna blow ya back When I get to where you are I be cooling Riding by the freeway I be zooming Looking like a DJ With one hand on yo thigh While the wrist rotate on replay No tint but Nobody finna see me I rub that thing like a genie When I stop at that light Get head like a motherfuckin beenie, wassup Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Far out Back to the scene Back to the vibe Tell them boys the Mac has arrived Aint got time to fight with a bitch Getting to the money cuz Im finna get rich Baby dame besos Counting all my pesos Stackin stackin stackin Till Im looking like Jeff Bezos Chasing all my commas Who time for drama Bitch I keep the piece on me Like the Dalai llama Moving like Obama Presidential shit Putting bitches in they place On some residential shit, whats happenin Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Bad to the bone Lemme take you far out Far out