Go to Mars

PnB Rock

Album TrapStar Turnt PopStar

Chorus: PnB Rock

Fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we just might go to Mars
Shit, I’m talkin’ fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we just might go to Mars

Verse 1: PnB Rock

Yeah, fast whips, bad bitch
Ridin’ ’round the city smokin’ on that gas, bitch
On the way to Rodeo, she into fashion
She the type to go fuck up a bag quick
Flex on ’em, fuck up a check on ’em
Ice out my neck on ’em, ice out my neck on ’em
Ice on my wrist, bitch, I got ’em sick, bitch
Young nigga lit, bitch, young nigga rich, bitch
New whip alert, new bitch alert
New drip alert, I got they feelings hurt
All in my pockets, yeah, they got the blues
All of my bitches, they come home in twos
Don’t get too close, you ain’t takin’ my jewels
Try me, I swear, you makin’ the news, yeah, yeah

Chorus: PnB Rock

Fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we just might go to Mars
Shit, I’m talkin’ fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we just might go to Mars

Verse 2: Tee Grizzley

Walk in the mall, then I cash, don’t even ask for the price (Cash, nah)
She so excited to fuck, she gon’ ‘member this for the rest of her life (No cap)
If you wanna fuck me, bitch (Bitch), you gotta go through the guys (Gang)
Look at the flick of the wrist, I payed a hundred for mines
If it cross your mind to take my chain, you don’t give a fuck about life (Bitch)
Met her today, I’m fuckin’ tonight, and that’s how I’m endin’ my night (She know that)
This AP’ll light up your life (Bang), this Draco’ll light up the night (Bang)
You owe me money? Pull up with mine, you know I ain’t tellin’ you twice (I ain’t tellin’ you, bruh)
‘Cause that chopper like your ex-bitch, it ain’t gon’ miss you, nigga (Bang, bang)
And God really with you if I missed you, nigga (Bang, bang)
Switchin’ lanes in that ‘Tayga, that’s a Bentley, nigga (Skrrt)
I fuck with Rock the long way, Detroit to Philly, nigga

Chorus: PnB Rock

Fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we just might go to Mars
Shit, I’m talkin’ fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we just might go to Mars

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