Sittin’ In My Car DJ Envy (Ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Fabolous)

[Intro: Fabolous]
Yeah
Look

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
When you tell me, "Pull up," I'm there (I'm there)
You know I'm real, that's real (That's real)
So don't have me waitin' too long
Yeah, now we sittin' in my car
'Bout to take my shot like I'm sittin' at the bar
Shawty wanna smoke, so we lit one in the car
Now we layin' in the cut like Hitman in the car (Hold up)
Ass so fat, it barely fit into the car (Hold up)
I'm lookin' at them lips while she hittin' the cigar (Woo)
Tryna play cool, but it's getting kinda hard
Nah, deadass though, it's getting kinda hard (Ah)
She like, "Yeah, okay, all your shit been up to par" (Yeah)
"But just 'cause you want cookie don't mean you gettin' in the jar" (Woah)
I told her trust her gut, then I hit her with a bar (Damn)
If you don't trust the driver, stop gettin' in the car (For real)
She said, "I'm not a bird," didn't say you are (I ain't say that)
I'm just making wishes while we sittin' under stars (Yeah)
Only baddies in the Wraith sittin' with the R's (Skrrt)
Besides, I hate birds, always shittin' on my car (Skrrt)
You puttin' up a fight, but I didn't come to spar
I'm not them fuckboys tryna hit you up tomorrow
To keep it real, I'm just tryna dig that
Show me what you think, let me see where your head's at, baby girl