RACECAR - Deaton Chris Anthony, Clairo, Coco & Clair Clair

In my racecar

In my racecar

In my racecar, in my racecar

In my racecar, in my racecar

Everyone tell me I’m crazy

Picking up a boy that drives a Camry (Yeah)

I just wanna be your lady

Rolling one up and we can get hazy

Baby, I’m a racecar driver

Speedy bitch, catch up, need a reminder?

I get sassy like a tiger

One look at me, know what you desire

Alright, okay (Know what you desire)

Alright, okay (Know what you desire)

Alright, okay (Know what you desire)

Alright, okay

It’s Daytona 500, baby

Tie your shoelace while I win this race, yeah (Bitch)

Got too many things on my plate

And you’re too worried 'bout reaching first base, yeah

I’m the next AJ Ferguson

Girls hit me up, skin soft like porcelain

Yeah, my interior’s suede

But all I really want is the money, getting paid, yeah

All I really want is money, getting paid

All I really want is money, getting paid (Alright, okay)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

So you’re telling me this is how the girls turn up?

Hmm, then I’ma stick with the girls

I’m a NASCAR bitch in a nice car, bitch

Speeding to this money, call me Big Rich

Counting bank rolls in a Rolls Royce

Leave you in the dust, fans scream and lose their voice

You know I love you, I don’t mean to drive you crazy

Let’s keep it peachy, drive down Peachtree in the fast lane (Yeah)

Where the police at?

(Vroom vroom)

Where the police at?

(Vroom vroom)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)

Where the police at?

(Vroom vroom)

Where the police at?

(Vroom vroom)

We’re cute, but psycho

Just sit tight, boy, let the girls play (Yeah)

Drive to the left, drive to the right

Turn around now, y’all (Okay)

Call the cops (Yeah)

All I really want is money, getting paid

All I really want is money, getting paid

I be Reba in my racecar

I be Reba in my racecar

Money, getting paid

Money, getting paid

Money, getting paid