Young Thug Ft. Future – Cars Bring Me Out MP3 Download
Cars Bring Me Out is a rap song by Young Thug featuring Future that was released on June 23rd, 2023 as the fourth track of the album "BUSINESS IS BUSINESS". The song showcases the luxurious lifestyle and wealth of the rappers, with lyrics describing their lavish cars, mansions, and expensive accessories. The chorus emphasizes how much Young Thug's cars mean to him. He wakes up in his mansion on a silk Dior pin stripe couch and calls his car man to drop off some exclusive items that others don't have. He feels like he has become so rich that it’s his cars bringing him out rather than any other materialistic thing or person.
In verse one, Young Thug shares how he was chilling at home but couldn't resist going out for a ride because his car brought him out. He doesn’t care about anything else when he has access to such luxury vehicles.
Verse two sees Future jumping in with rhymes depicting his lavish lifestyle where even foreign girls bring him pleasure. He boasts about having so much money that he never worries about running into financial problems again. His watch alone costs $200K which goes well with changing climates whenever you feel like balling. Overall, this song serves as an ode to all things luxurious and extravagant while also showcasing the prowess of both artists' lyrical abilities. It encourages listeners from all walks of life to aspire towards success and enjoy its fruits just as these rappers are doing through living extravagantly unhindered by anyone or anything around them except their own means!
Yeah
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some shit you ain't got
Ha, now I'm out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, shit got rained out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
I was chillin' at the spot on a bedside's couch
I wasn't even gon' do nothin', don't care 'bout the sun out (Yeah)
Fu*k you, lil' bit*h, don't let my car bring me out (Yeah)
I done got so rich I think my car bring me out (Yeah)
I done got so rich, I let a foreign bring me out (Uh)
Fu*k her in the car and told her, "'Least it cost a house" (Yeah)
I done got so lit, I promise I'll never see a drought (I promise)
I don't know the time, I know my watch two-hundred thousand (Two-hundred)
Changin' up the climate, whenever you get through, I'm ballin' (When you)
Change it up, my bit*h down, my old bit*h stalkin'
I don't go outside without a rifle and a forty (Pluto)
Takin' up the drip and the murder rate in Georgia (Yeah)
Mr. Have-His-Way, turn a dime to a quarter (Yeah)
Walkin' with a limp, I got racks all on me (Yeah)
Probably in the Royce with the stars in the sky
This ain't 'bout a thot, I let my cars bring me out (Out)
Wrap the cash up and vacuum seal, it won't rot
I can bag her, she want the di*k 'cause I'm toxic (Toxic)
I can spazz out and throw my bit*h in Givenchy
Her pressure, Baguettes, make everything iconic
Homicide, make sure you stick to the strip
One of a kind, fallin' asleep on a pill (Pluto)
Top of the line art, gotta splash through the crib
Freestyle off the top and I can make me a M
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some shit you ain't got
Ha, now I'm out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, shit got rained out
I done got so rich (Yeah), I think my cars bring me out
Benz after Benz, I'm on my Maybach shit
My opp got this one so I done gave it to my bit*h
Huh, got a Birkin on my motherfu*kin' wrist
Think I'm lyin'? You can dive in this bit*h just like a fish
If it still got the odds, it's a perfect dish
Give it to my kid, I'm 'bout to eat this whole wig
Gave her nine racks like a motherfu*kin' Sig
If you make some mills in the pandemic then you big
Take the Porsche away (Yeah), fillin' up a safe (Yeah)
Got the Bugatti (Yeah), fu*k a pool party (Yeah)
Pourin' weed in her pu**y like I'm Bob Marley (Yeah)
All my dawgs got it (Yeah), we don't do no barkin'
Ni**a put me out, so I bought the shop (Yeah)
I put my cars in this bit*h, now it's a parkin' spot
We had more oil in the city back when it was a drought
They thought I got rid of it, I had brang the Wraithy out
Livin' legitimate, I'm swervin' in a foreign car
Cheetah print, leather Goyard
It ain't 'bout a thot, I let this money do seducin'
I turn two-hundred on a dash to a movie
I done got so rich, fu*k two bit*hes in a coupe
I'm paranoid, hundred rounds on me too
It ain't no cap in my rap, I got proof
Took me a nap and had on three mill' in jewels (Pluto)
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some shit you ain't got
Ha, now I'm out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, shit got rained out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out