HOT PMV

So spin my head right round, right round when you go down

Walk out the house with my saga, hop in that whip, know I got places to go

Back for the seat, time is precious, I look at my Cartier out of control

Just like my mind where I'm going, the women, the shorties, know nothing but gold

Smoke stopping at my Pirelli's on, I like black terry, that's always on