You got the cash, well I'm about to come and embezzle Man I'm on a whole nother level I put the bass up in your face and you feelin' in trouble You joke is corny like kettle My super flow is so Olympic that I need a medal Pop out the bushes like hello I reach for the top, never settle You say you rock, you a pebble I rock and roll, I'm heavy metal Where are you now? Where are you now? I'm whippin' it, sittin' back Listenin', where are you? Where are you now? I'm whippin' it, sittin' back Listenin', where are you? Where are you now? I'm whippin' it, sittin' back Listenin', where are you? Where are you now? I'm whippin' it, sittin' back Listenin', where are you? Where are you now? I'm whippin' it, pull out the camera I'm whippin' it, pull up so tight Listenin, where are you? Where are you now? Whippin' it, butter flies where are you now? Falcons, falcons, falcons Cops on the road, falcons There's cops on the road There's cops on the road, falcons There's cops on the road, falcons I'm on a move, cops on the road, doubting I am not afraid to walk the lonely road I'm so curious of where it goes Who really cares? We won't be there When kingdom comes It all falls down Cops on the road I hope wherever you are You can see all of the stars Constellations, I'm impatient You are beautiful, beautiful You should know, you should know Wherever you go, I'ma follow Wherever you go, I'ma follow My heart is Apollo, Arise Apollo Seventeen hella polos with all L.A. models Who got the red bottoms and bottles? We got a gold skirt, hand on the throttle Only you could hold me down What do you think that I'm doing when you're not around? I'm just at home by myself Or out with them girls but we both know that doesn't help me No, no, I'm ready to go So much better than before Niggas said I wasn't dope But now my head is on a roll Got me swerving on the road All them cops on the road Back and I'm relaxing East Atlanta I'm an African-American A variant of what my city's like And the world is going to hell I just roll up the gas And pass it all around I circle to my dead one homies Oh, y'all can like it on me Remember when I was so low-key Chill in the cut With the doobie and the cutie Man, I gotta live life I know they gon' judge me But that's a necessary evil And I was born to sing like people I'm living the life Tryna do what I drive Go on, momma, do your dance Need my money in advance The Louis V pants I'm never playing by my plans Kick in your door With the tool in my hand Sorry they don't understand We had to stick it to the man We about to hit the road Get the money while I can Let them hate on this event That's just a piece of the plan Breaking news, there seems to be a high-speed police chase Heading northbound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers With falcon wing doors This is interesting, stay tuned