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In my racecar In my racecar In my racecar, in my racecar In my racecar, in my racecar Everyone tell me I'm crazy Picking up a boy that drives a Camry (Yeah) I just wanna be your lady Rolling one up and we can get hazy Baby, I'm a racecar driver Speedy bitch, catch up, need a reminder? I get sassy like a tiger One look at me, know what you desire Alright, okay (Know what you desire) Alright, okay (Know what you desire) Alright, okay (Know what you desire) Alright, okay It's Daytona 500, baby Tie your shoelace while I win this race, yeah (Bitch) Got too many things on my plate And you're too worried 'bout reaching first base, yeah I'm the next AJ Ferguson Girls hit me up, skin soft like porcelain Yeah, my interior's suede Letras de cancionesBut all I really want is the money, getting paid, yeah All I really want is money, getting paid All I really want is money, getting paid (Alright, okay) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa So you're telling me this is how the girls turn up? Hmm, then I'ma stick with the girls I'm a NASCAR bitch in a nice car, bitch Speeding to this money, call me Big Rich Counting bank rolls in a Rolls Royce Leave you in the dust, fans scream and lose their voice You know I love you, I don't mean to drive you crazy Let's keep it peachy, drive down Peachtree in the fast lane (Yeah) Where the police at? (Vroom vroom) Where the police at? (Vroom vroom) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy) Where the police at? (Vroom vroom) Where the police at? (Vroom vroom) We're cute, but psycho Just sit tight, boy, let the girls play (Yeah) Drive to the left, drive to the right Turn around now, y'all (Okay) Call the cops (Yeah) All I really want is money, getting paid All I really want is money, getting paid I be Reba in my racecar I be Reba in my racecar Money, getting paid Money, getting paid Money, getting paid From Letras Mania