LYRICS Got ten whips in five garages yeah I prayed for these My chair back of the back yeah I pray for these Throwing money out the spot yeah I pray for this Got Gs inside my pocket bitch I’m praying for this I’m the one who got the problem, Want the roley please If my nigga spin his watch he call it roll in peace How many of dem models do you think I need I’ve been choosing more than one but all she want is me I pray amma cop a Benz I prayed for these Then I got it, drifting with my gang we let the choppa squeeze Two bugatti yellow and the red call me referee Yeah I got it hop up out the trenches yeah I pray for these Shooting hoops like Steve curry I do it with ease Give me medication but that pussy is the remedy She be acting corny then I found out she in love with me