Driver’s Ed lyrics

[Verse 1: Valee]
I'm finna take her shopping, told her, "Prep for it"
My lean was seven-forty-seven, I coulda boarded Boeing
These Gucci frames darker than a b*tch, I’m scared to step forward
She got Chanel Uggs, them b*tches real fur
I switched up my interior, it felt borin'
I push-button start it, how you get it goin'?
I pulled up in the ’Cat, stand for, you're late
I pulled up in Hellcat, them b*tches U-R-L
My t-shirt from Italy, it's tan like the Eiffel
I got ProCharger whining, singing like Miguel
I got hundreds overlapping, еnvelope, no mail
I buy Louis V and Bud Light, Costco sell
My pockеts filled up with ya favorite kinda cake
I upgraded my Brembo, it's ya favorite kinda brake
I pull up in the Arizona, I'm talkin' 'bout the State
I pour up in the Arizona, but not the Arnold Palmer
I got four cellphones, and for that money, they gon' vibrate
She in ’Sace head to feet, she on a vibrant date
I got AC on that old school, keep it on moderate
When I’m in the store, b*tch, I don't even mind the rate
I don’t be tryna wait

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Tried to allow the valet to park it, they ain't know how to start it
Was once a starving artist, now my mama ballin'
I get on beats and go to walkin', dog, I go to joggin’
One take, I do it often, I be goin' off in here
Z-R-1, a thousand horses, I can't wait to launch it
I can't wait to stomp the gas pedal to the carpet
From my phone, I turn the air conditioning on in my garages
Who really the bosses, who really just targets?
Who rest bought Ferraris, who really just be talkin'?
All-white Air Forces, I got a eye for rare Porsches
I'm highed up in my fortress, light provided by torches
I can tell y'all n*ggas don't want it
[Outro: Valee]
I'm finna take her shopping, told her, "Prep for it"
My lean was seven-forty-seven, coulda boarded Boeing
These Gucci frames darker than a b*tch, I'm scared to step forward
She got Chanel Uggs, them b*tches real fur
I switched up my interior, it felt borin'
I push-button start it, how you get it goin'?
I pulled up in the 'Cat, stand for, you're late
When I'm in the store, b*tch, I don't even mind the rate
I don't be tryna wait