Cadillacin'

It's about style, it's about cool. Long hair, trucker caps, and country roots. It's the feeling that you get from suicide doors And Johnny Cash, mm. It's about real, it's about smooth. That flat black and them speakers boom. It's slow and it's fast. If you're gonna roll, roll in a Cadillac. Fuzzy dice on the mirror. Cooler in the back full of beer. Radio bumping a little bit of something. Sounds like cheap sunglasses. Capturing every girl's eye as we roll on by. Hoes in the hood looking damn good. Cadillacin'. It's about four rings of fire. Them wide walls spinning, smoking tires. It's giving her a ride. She got a thumb in the air, yeah, she Knows I'm her guy. She wants to slide right In with TC3 on a Saturday night in them Leather seats. Heads bopping back and forth to the Beat, all right. Fuzzy dice on the mirror. Cooler in the back full of beer. Radio bumping a little bit of something. Sounds like cheap sunglasses. Capturing every girl's eye as we roll on by. Hoes the hood looking damn good. Cadillacin'. Fuzzy dice on the mirror. Cooler in the back full of beer. Radio bumping a little bit of something. Sounds like cheap sunglasses. Capturing every girl's eye as we roll on by. Hoes in the hood looking damn good. Cadillacin'. Cadillacin'.