Zim Zimma Joyner Lucas

[Intro]
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Bimmer?
Bitch, I ain't no iller...
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I want a 'Rari, I'm feelin' godly (Woah)
Wonder how much that gon' cost me, they feelin' saucy (Buck, buck)
Niggas know that I'm a problem, they'll never solve me (Buck, buck, buck)
If you came to start some drama, then bring an army
I've been goin' fuckin' fast and it got me swervin'
I know that I'm a child of God, but they want me cursed in
I've been trappin' out the Ozark, I'm Marty Byrdin' (Oh, oh)
And I've been hard at work, yeah, ho, you just hardly workin'
If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be movin' kilos
Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos
Used to fake it 'til I made it just to boost my ego
Stashin' money in my shirt, they thought I grew some chichos, oh no
I got some nеw wheels, uh-uh
Tired of kids, they think that we in school still, ah-ah
Play mе, you gon' find out how the tool feel, ah-ah
Fuck around and you gon' find out who's real, ah-ah
Who, yeah, ah-ah

[Chorus]
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Bimmer?
Bitch, I used to dream of this
I ain't that nigga you could