RACECAR (feat. 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)
 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 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
 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