Sicko Mobb, Lil Durk - In My Maserati lyrics

Off a molly with Patron
I be turnt up with mo' Lotty
Sicko movement worldwide
Foreign thotties join the party
Robins hanging out my body
They think I joined Illuminati
Cause I'm ballin out like Scottie
Zoomin' in my Maserati

I'm the man with the plan and
I got Lil Trav with me
They hate when they see us in traffic
Cause they know we take the scene
And I keep a sexy bitch and yeah
Boy she gonna spray for me
Her name is Nina by the way she
Tuck off in my Robin jeans
Bitch I'm rollin', I'm holdin'
Got money so I blow it
Got niggas hating sicko and Ceno
Got these thotties going
Got a red bitch and her hair long
And nailing later and her legs long
Fuck her too good, her head gone
She's going berserk, now my kids gone
I bet she don't do no poking
Unless she bust that pussy open
Turn up, turn up, turn up, throw it
I'ma dunk it like I'm Kobe
At the fee fee and were stutin'
Caught a crater and we coming
Off a molly with Patron
Zoomin' in my Maserati

I turn up from Versace
And these thotties think I'm hottie
And this Audi make a hobby
Catch me doing the dance highway
Lil Trav that's my name
OTF is switching lanes
Riding subjects give me brain
Make that shit her hobby i been oochie down
Fucking a on a couples 5's
We jack ballin in a vance
Got me turnt up with somebody
Can't trust no shatti shatti
Can't hang with nobody
Drifting for that Rari
Got a whole lot of money no holdin
Ballin out no children, Buggati is golden
Fuck a thot no trojan, for that Maserati
We in Maserati, broke ass niggas look sorry
And we in Maserati yeah yeah

I ain't wifeing that bitch
Too many niggas fuck with my clique
Too many niggas acting so rich
All these boppin' hoes on my dick
I might money dance with a hundred bands
That choppa make him do the running man
I don't bop, I do the money dance
So the money dance and my bitch bop
Your bitch pop, she can give me top
Just give me guap, my Semi cocked
Money gang, ain't getting robbed
I beat the pussy like Young Chop
Lil' Durk just stepped
In the party and he bussin'
His shirt off and he tatted up
And ain't nobody gonna touch him, naaaww
I can't go like that
Louie belt wit Louie hat
Lil shoe brung em that, my pockets phat
I'm off a flat
Trone got me on flex, rap shit im up next
Keep yo voice, I want your neck
Keep yo voice, I want your neck