Lyrics

Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah
Foot on the gas
Who's gonna catch me
You?
Nope
Feet on the dashboard
She got her passport
She ready to go
I'm taking her home
I'll take her to my side
She told me it's high time
They say I'm the best indeed
And baby it's my time
Haters dey vex I'm pleased
They come at the right time
Now they can see me
Up like the skyline
They know about me
Smoking on my ex pack no rolling paper
Baby this good kush come from Jamaica
Game is the game
And the aim na to break am
I hol am for choke slam like Undertaker
I'm the baker, I make bread
She made a home on my king size bed
And the sheets are Egyptian cotton
So she wanna live here instead
And if your girlfriends come na the biggest domot on the block
They can pull up with friends
I'm doing greater than Gatsby
Many try gas me up
I'm a king in my ends
I spent a long time away from home
Pulled up in the back of a blacked out Benz
My gyal a fi bruk up her back and bend it
Off when the Hennessy mix with Blem
Yeah
Foot on the gas
Who's gonna catch me
You?
Nope
Feet on the dashboard
She got her passport
She ready to go
I'm taking her home
I'll take her to my side
She told me it's high time
They say I'm the best indeed
And baby it's my time
Haters dey vex I'm pleased
They come at the right time
Now they can see me
Up like the skyline
They know about me