Straight out the gold dungeons of rap. This shit drops deep as does my flip. Skrrrting in my new whip Beyond the walls of cars, life is defined. I think of money cars when I'm in a Santa pod state of mind. Hope the drip got some chicks My hip don't like no dirty shit Run up to the slip and get the trip. In a Santa pod state of mind. What more could you ask for? You gotta love it though I'm rappin' to the burnout, crazy fast like a lambo Boy, I tell you. I can't take the police, I woulda tried to chill I guess I just can’t I'm rappin' to the people Yea,in a Santa pod state of mind. When I was young I fucked up I waz kicked out of the group. I never thought I'd see that loop. Ain't a soul alive that I’d wish this on Thinking of money and cars. Yeah thinking of money and cars (money and cars).