Switch Lanes Lyrics - Game

When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing 

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain 

Been around the world all the hoes know my name 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang 

Fuck a nigga up, louie belt match the chucks 

I'm in the club with raw nigga, 10 racks a tub 

Back it up like a u-haul, rake ass is up 

Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck 

Racks in my cargos, Audemar stupid 

They say she in love with me, stay away from cupid 

The Panamera's sick, Lupus 

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T-Raw show them how we do it 

Swiss signs do it, my new bitch 

A nudist, peace like a buddist 

Cooler than cool-whip, give brain don't be stupid 

Faded like boozy, cut like a crew neck 

Arm out the window, another check, another rolex 

Mo' less, the moet, the mo' sex, I must say 

I bought her the P Jet, more than a piss test 

So I wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex tryna' make up 

Wake up, telling these bitches to get their cake up 

Wake Up, shooting my babies all on her make up 

I'm running through all these hoes, Brandon Jacobs 

Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs 

Eat it off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead 

When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing 

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

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Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain 

Been around the world all the hoes know my name 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang 

Never tell a bitch I love her 

Money talk Chris Tucker 

Got a chauffeur, and a driver 

I don't lease it, I'mma buy it 

I'll be on the broke diet 

You ain't eating but you biting my style 

Motherfucking strike, light-lightening 

T-Carti, my bitch like Bugarri 

I walk in the spot, all these bitches bogart me 

Spent 30 racks, I'mma make it back tomorrow 

Pull up with a big titty bitch like Toccara 

You ain't never seen a rari, look like a safari 

Tyga riding shotgun, snake print cardi 

Air, I'm in them like airs 

2500 nigga call them Nikes rare 

See them niggas hating, but I don't really care 

Gold bottles coming, tell them bitches light flares 

Snow on my wirst call that rollie big bear 

See it in the light though (woah) Rick Flair 

When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing 

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain 

Been around the world all the hoes know my name 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang 

Pull up at the barber shop, chop off the top of the Phantom 

Bitches screaming A, we're no where near Atlanta 

Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner 

Fucking with them lottery boys, now she a winner 

I'm all in that Virginia, I mean that vagina 

Get lost in that pussy, nigga you will never find her 

Eat it like lasagna, eat it like E-Honda 

Shout out to my nigga Breezy, and beat it like Rihanna 

When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing 

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain 

Been around the world all the hoes know my name 

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang 

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang