Yelawolf - Daddy's Lambo

Lyrics to Daddy's Lambo by Yelawolf

[Yelawolf] Hillbilly in Beverly hills And so Drama beats [Yelawolf - Verse 1] Damn rich, peanut butter guts and a Lamborghini, woah You must have white bread, lets make a sandwich Now, I aint never seen money you got Nobody got that kind of money in the Boondocks So if you take me up show me the Balcony look over The hollywood valley I’ll make your balloon pop Popstars like you, you need a dude like me to appreciate your wealth I know you got an elevator in your house but with me you appreciate the steps act like you don’t wanna see how much it is Jack Daniels you can handle you can drink and get cut like Rambo let me drive your Daddy’s Lambo [Chorus] Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy’s mansion Let me see hollywood for real Lights, camera, action I see you party and would kill entertainment channels one thing I gotta know Can I drive your Daddy’s Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh your Daddy’s Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh Can I drive your Daddy’s Lambo? [Yelawolf - Verse 2] You’re young and reckless, nice little diamond necklace Got a pint sized vodka drink and your pretty in pink Wanna go get breakfast? Girl, you aint never been to Waffle House Always hanging in Guys and Dolls If you came to the South, I’ll put you in a Chevrolet and we’d drive to the mall Yeah I came to the club in a pair of Famous jeans and a DTA hoody But I’m off to the party with rogue status looking for Beverly Hill goody’s Yelawolf and I’m an Alabama boy Got more bounce than a salamander boy Need a rich girl like I need a headache But I can take it if I can drive your Daddy’s toy [Chorus] Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy’s mansion let me see hollywood for real lights, camera, action I see you party and kill entertainment channels one thing I gotta know Can I drive your Daddy’s Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh your Daddy’s Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh Can I drive your Daddy’s Lambo? [Yelawolf - Verse 3] What you got in that tote bag That one of a kind Prada That beautiful behind inspires me Makes one of my rhymes harder Your dadda made a fine daughter Make me wanna turn this wine from water Keep the party going in and keep an 808 bumping cause Drama made a beat that’ll climb the chart Money, money, money, money, money Aint it funny what a hunny and a Lambourghini will do Some will run into a a hundred dollar bill and drill a dick on any Tom and Harry with them 24 inch shoes But come and explore this dude Analyse my swing It’s slick Rick E. Bobby baby Gotta let me drop that thing, come on [Chorus] Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy’s mansion let me see hollywood for real lights, camera, action I see you party and kill entertainment channels one thing I gotta know Can I drive your Daddy’s Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh your Daddy’s Lambo? Lambo-o-oh Lambo-o-oh Can I drive your Daddy’s Lambo? [Outro] Just whip it around you know up the hills I aint gon wreck it, I promise