Fancy Cars

There's a long line of mourners

Driving down our little street

Their fancy cars are such a sight to see, oh yea

They're all your rich friends who knew you in the city

And now they've finally brought you

Brought you home to me

Fancy Cars

Yeah uh yea

A fancy car ain't what I need

I need a girl in some skinny jeans

An oversized tshirt that reads "whatever happened to american dreams"

Headphones bumpin fly beats

The card in my wallet says I can buy weed

Strike a pose like I know thai chi

The high life treats me nicely

California love long island iced tea

The girls in the city are a bit pricey

What up to my ladies out in jersey

And my dirty girls in duke university

Most certainly I've been lucky

Fell in love two times in kentucky

And dressed up like rick james in london

Nicknamed my chick champagne cause she's bubbly

Lovely pretty bumblebee suckle honey

Peanut butter dreams with the strawberry jelly

(Fancy cars) drivin down my street

(Fancy cars) ain't shit to me

(Fancy cars) ain't what I need

Yeah she was the apple of my eye

The cherry in my pie

My little crab cake loved to cry

She said shes gonna move out to NY

I said why she said to get fly

I said ok babe do your thing

I'll be right here when you're back again

She said she comin back in a limousine

I said pick me up on the scene

When you drive through in your escalade

Like the president on election day

Say hey, peanut butter dreams and strawberry jelly

Come on let's go

I got places to be I got people to meet I got things to see

I got thing do I got things to do I got things to do

(I gotta go baby) and if you want I'll do them with you

(I mean you could come if you want)but you gotta promise that you'll be true (be true no lies)

Oh yeah oh yeah (get on the freeway man and uh we just keep on goin because it's me and you and you my rich girl)