Ferrari Boyz Lyrics - Ferrari Boyz - Gucci Mane And Waka Flocka Flame

I'm in the yellow thang on the expressway 

That bitch so nasty it might give a bitch road rage 

Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz 

You see the chain, So Icey Boyz 

I'm riding in a mansion but I don't think I'm fancy 

But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancing 

Once upon a time, a little while ago 

There was a nigga in a 'Rari with a pretty yellow ho 

Got my head held up cause I think I'm handsome 

But the media portraying me as Charles Manson 

And I could have bought a Phantom rode here four deeper 

But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow two-seater 

Gucci! 

Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz 

You see the chain, So Icey Boyz 

Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz 

You see the chain, So Icey Boyz 

Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz 

You see the chain, So Icey Boyz 

Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz 

You see the chain, So Icey Boyz 

Riding in the 'Rari same color as Bacardi 

She don't like me, shawty, man she like my car 

Damn near wanna fuck my chain, damn near wanna fuck my name 

I'mma bust every nigga in the click I claim 

Deep-dish rims and them offsets, mane 

That's how me and Gucci Mane claim 

Iced out, popping shit, drunk, switching lanes 

I rock bandana's like Santana's 

Screaming out "Who wants some Anna?" 

Get a million off my words, they love my Country Grammar 

That's the antenna, but your rapping careers got static in it 

I'm a walking meal ticket, just wait a minute 

Bank account got commas in it 

All black 'Rari know the llamas in it 

I hear em talking gangsta shit but I know they lame as hell 

One thing I ain't gon do 

Pussy nigga you scared of jail 

My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell 

Shit, my 'Rari cost about 230 bills 

Brick Squad monopoly, that's my company 

Bitch I'm buying all the property