I got the 55 on the 55, man
100 miles on the 100 miles, man
We can fly, baby, we can fly, man
On my side, on my, on my side, man

55 on the 55, man
100 miles on the 100 miles, man
We can fly, baby, we can fly, man
On my side, on my, on my side, man

Got a couple lost girls in my basement
Got a couple gold chains in my base, uh
So what I'm saying, dough is what I'm on
Don't make sense if I don't make none

I got suede on my tongue
Won't lift the chain if the back ain't dumb
Granddaddy James is were I got the chain from
Dada, show you what the flames on

See, I'm not doing 55 on the 55
I'm not doing 100 miles on the 100 miles
I ain't dabbling in funny times so let's get in tight
Promise if you get it right, baby, we could fly

Put you in a Mustang, baby, you could drive
Put you in a white range, could do what you like
Skin soaked and bathed, the coating sublime
I just, treat the fur so it's nice
I just keep the suede so the chance, pay me
Don't wanna fade, so I keep dust near me
Scuffs piled, runnin' for the two-tone child
I been keepin' diamonds in my crotch lately, uh

Boy with the Biro scum
Ink laced on the tip of the biro dance
Keep the chamber filled with potent stuff
Suede jaw, run it for me, baby
Please, don't stop, uh

Got a couple lost girls in my basement
Got a couple gold chains in my base, uh
So what I'm saying, dough is what I'm on
Don't make sense if I don't make none

I got suede on my tongue
Won't lift the chain if the back ain't dumb
Granddaddy James is were I got the chain from
Dada, show you what the flames on