[00:00.12][ Intro]
[00:01.05]Taurus
[00:01.41][Verse 1 ]
[00:11.79]Hopscotchin' through the street, I'm tryin' not to fall
[00:14.40]She pray to God that I make it home before tomorrow mornin'
[00:17.37]I'm tryna tell her to pick a Rollie, but she don't care at all
[00:20.01]Don't care nothin' 'bout my drank, my portion's what I'm comin' for
[00:25.95]I been keepin' up with my city
[00:27.39]High performance on my jacket, Rolls-Royce truck for extra fifty
[00:30.30]Just in case I run into her, I'm tryin' my best to stay spiffy, yeah
[00:33.93][Chorus]
[00:34.29]See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
[00:36.87]Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
[00:40.11]I just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
[00:42.72]I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
[00:47.61]Yeah, I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh, yeah
[00:54.03]I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
[00:56.82][Verse 2]
[00:57.30]Evеry time they call in, young nigga ballin'
[00:59.67]I went from tеllin' them to try me to callin' shots
[01:02.34]And I wanna know what's on your mind, what you thinkin' 'bout
[01:05.19]And I wanna know if I can change it, let's take you out
[01:08.61]Private flight to France, such a change in trends
[01:10.95]I bought her a Richard, now she dance like ants in her pants
[01:13.65]Red and white diamonds on my mans, he a ambulance
[01:16.32]Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch
[01:19.38]He said his last two weeks been busy from movin' in
[01:22.14]I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
[01:24.96]She took nine shots of Patrón, 50 Cent
[01:27.75]I bent the corner and seen my bros gettin' rich
[01:30.42]Signed another check for a couple million on a jet
[01:32.88]Swear to God, 2006, my sickest dream was buyin' a 'Vette
[01:35.73]Bought that shit and then I wrecked and then I copped another one
[01:38.31]Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
[01:41.31]Gettin' them bales up by the metric ton, hit up feds or somethin'
[01:44.19]Bought a Bentley with a credit card, it's the blackened one
[01:47.01]I got shows way in Hong Kong, I'm the chosen one
[01:49.74]You frozen tongue, you won't say it twice, I'll greet you with a gun, nigga
[01:53.31][Chorus]
[01:53.55]See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
[01:56.25]Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
[01:59.16]I just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
[02:01.80]I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
[02:06.69]Yeah, I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh, yeah
[02:13.08]I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl

Taurus
Hopscotchin' through the street, I'm tryin' not to fall
She pray to God that I make it home before tomorrow mornin'
I'm tryna tell her to pick a Rollie, but she don't care at all
Don't care nothin' 'bout my drank, my portion's what I'm comin' for
I been keepin' up with my city
High performance on my jacket, Rolls-Royce truck for extra fifty
Just in case I run into her, I'm tryin' my best to stay spiffy, yeah
See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
I just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh, yeah
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
Evеry time they call in, young nigga ballin'
I went from tеllin' them to try me to callin' shots
And I wanna know what's on your mind, what you thinkin' 'bout
And I wanna know if I can change it, let's take you out
Private flight to France, such a change in trends
I bought her a Richard, now she dance like ants in her pants
Red and white diamonds on my mans, he a ambulance
Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch
He said his last two weeks been busy from movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patrón, 50 Cent
I bent the corner and seen my bros gettin' rich
Signed another check for a couple million on a jet
Swear to God, 2006, my sickest dream was buyin' a 'Vette
Bought that shit and then I wrecked and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
Gettin' them bales up by the metric ton, hit up feds or somethin'
Bought a Bentley with a credit card, it's the blackened one
I got shows way in Hong Kong, I'm the chosen one
You frozen tongue, you won't say it twice, I'll greet you with a gun, nigga
See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
I just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh, yeah
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl