Let Me Through - T-Pain, Lil Wayne

Now I’m just sitting here at this red light with my emergency brake on

The wheels spinnin', whip looking like it got new skates on

I’m talking 9.8 seconds boy, this ain’t gonna take long

Then I hop out at the finish line like «is this what you waitin' on?»

I’ll tell you what, homie, you ain’t gotta take long

Thinkin' bout this trophy I’mma take home

Give 'em something to hate on

Confetti all over the place, girls poppin' out that cake holmes

And my skin tone should be the only thing you asking me about race holmes

Yea, I’mma tell you what you not gonna do

Cause if the wing gonna pop out the back of that Ferrari

Then the Bugatti got one too

I’m tryna throw these great balls of fire, I’m talking wu-bablabum

Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom

And I’m like

And I’m like hold up, hold up, you gotta let me through

Yea, you gotta let me through

And I stay right, you gotta let me through

I’mma slide, so you gotta let them too

And my ni*gas slide

I got too much rubber to burn, fire hazard

Lil Tune, the tycoon

Cash Money mascot, it’s hot under this costume

Got pedals I’ve never stepped on

Buttons I’ve never pressed on

Backseats I’ve never effed on

Police, they’ll get the F bomb

I still ride with my niggas, money don’t change a gangster

And when I’m asked to pull a few strings, I pull 'em til they untangle

Watch me donuts as she throw up like hell yeah

More money, more problems, I’m surprised I still have black hair

I feel like

Racin', racin', who racin'?

Don’t give up the location

And if we bet, I went and hit the strip club

And go throw at them pole babies

Ridin' so fast with the top down, the wind sound like a standin' ovation

Tunechi, fast and furious, I like my b*tch fast and flirtatious

And I’m like hold up, hold up, you gotta let me through

Yea, you gotta let me through

And I stay right, you gotta let me through

I’mma slide, so you gotta let them too

And my nig*as slide