Motorsport (original verse)

Uh, yo, watch your man

Then you should watch your mouth

Bitches is pressed

Administer mouth to mouth

You see them flowers

That is Gucci on my blouse

Motorsport

Colorful Lambo's is out

You bitches catching a fade

Shoutout my n***a Lil Boosie

All of your friends will be dead

You can get hit with that Uzi

I call him Ricky

He say he love me like Lucy

Get you a straw n***a

You know this pussy is juicy

Hard to beat me

I'm wishing they could see me right now

God, forgive me

I know that I ain't living right now

(Barbie, Barbie)

But I'ma get this money right now

I'm with a couple bad bitches

That'll rip the party

If Cardi the QB I'm Nick Lombardi

Pull up in a space coupe

I done linked with Marty

I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti

"Ayo nick didn't you just do a hit with Gotti"

That too but my n***as send hits like Gotti

It's a wrap like them things on the head of a Saudi

Bitch, you my son go and sit on the potty