Work The Wheel Paul Wall

[Intro]
5ive 9

[Chorus]
I gotta work the wheel, I gotta work the wheel (I gotta work the wheel)
I got the bumper and grill, I got the bumper and grill (I got the bumper and grill)
17 inch heels, 17 inch heels (17 inch heels)
I gotta work the wheel, I gotta work the wheel (I gotta work the wheel)
I gotta work the wheel, I gotta work the wheel (I gotta work the wheel)
I got the bumper and grill, I got the bumper and grill (I got the bumper and grill)
17 inch heels, 17 inch heels (17 inch heels)
I gotta work the wheel, I gotta work the wheel (I gotta work the wheel)

[Verse 1]
All diamonds, that's a flush (Flush)
Gold crust (Crust), pockets robust (Robust)
The car I'm ridin' in tend to make the boppers lust (Lust)
Hush, hush, boy, you a bust (A bust)
Maneuver through my hustles, nah mean, I adjust (Adjust)
Ice cold wrist like a cold wind gust (Gust)
Heads turn like toilet water when you flush (Flush)
If you think I ain't the shit, then your head might be concussed (Concussed)
I'm ridin' solo, no we, not us (Not us)
Swangin' my 'lac, at bat I crush (Crush)
I got a few cars in my yard lookin' lush (Lush)
But I've got a hundred slabs on deck if I must (I must)