Day In The Life (Cadillac Doors) (Mannie Fresh)

This is a day in the life See I make big money, and I fuck niggas wives And I only skate twenty-fo's Young pimpin still slammin them Chevrolet doors This is a day in the life See I make big money, and I fuck niggas wives And I only skate twenty-fo's Young pimpin still slammin them Cadillac doors Got my old school Chevelle, and it's ruby and brown And the car make that "vroom-vroom, schrrrr" sound When I pass by ya place, they say "turn down the bass" But I keep on turnin it up I know ya don't like me, talkin about'cha wan' fight me Jump brave dame, show me what's up Movin on to some other thangs, I just want some chicken wangs With a lil' barbecue sauce Say my money young honey, what the fuck, is you a dummy? Shit, actin like yo ass is the boss That sign say McDonalds, not Mac'Kims Actin like you're shy, with them dirty ass Tim's Move over, Range Rover I'm comin in this bitch much colder In a chromed-out, shagged-down Escalade Bass turned up, sittin peanut-butter suede I'm thirty-five years old, and I'm filthy rich And by the way dude, I been fuckin ya bitch And I got her buck-naked, ridin up in the Vette And every time she see me, young pussy get wet You might love your baby-momma, but I like her a lot For real though dude, you ain't got what I got And that lil' girl buddy, she look like Wayne Maybe you should think about changin a name I got another story, let me tell ya how it go 'Bout a football nigga, that was fuckin my ho He was hangin with the tramp, like day and night But what dude don't know, is that I'm fuckin his wife And by the way mistaaaa, I even fucked ya sistaaaa I got'cha momma fucked up, payin all of my bills And your grandmother bought me some spinnin wheels I stay sharp from my head, to my belt, to my toes Call me "Rubber-Band Man" cause I keep bank rolls (Damn) These rookie view, but don't attempt this at home Unless ya paint super-wet, and ya rims fully grown A lot of y'all niggas say I shine to much Weeelll, kiss my ass, y'all can suck my fuckin nuts Got lil' chrome jets, with livin room sets And every time I pass, your baby-momma turn her neck When I come through, bitches go "ohhhhhh" Niggas go "whooo you", nigga I'm a show you I'm sharpest that'cha ever seen, pimpin stay super-clean Shoes to the pants, to the shirt do me on the scene Five-million dead white boys in the bank And the check that the Williams brothers gave me is blank Got five-million nigga, put away for the fam' And five-million comin, nigga shit got-damn! [Hook]