Lyrics: JV
Music: JV
Arranger: JV
Hold the steering wheel tightly with me.
Come and wipe my baby car .（The car covered with paint and pink）.
He galloped on the highway to open the window of the car and sprinkled money.
Everyone looked at us with envy.（The richest person in Los Angeles，man）.
so baby come with me.Put up your hand and shaker you hand.
come out .If you want to be free and Become rich.come out don’t be freed Los Santos is Beautiful city .
Bring your desires and all illusions.Don't worry about anything.come Forget your reality.
Shake your legs.Champagne surrounds me.
the hours is my.god down I’m funk rich.
so boy come try.if you want happy free.
Forget your troubles. The dance floor is full of models.
Shake your legs.Champagne surrounds me.
the hours is my.god down I’m ****ing rich.
so boy come try.if you want happy free.
Forget your troubles. The dance floor is full of models.
I'm full of money.come play the party.
I’m rich Behind me.tonight Turn over the city.
I'm full of money.come play the party.
I’m rich Behind me.tonight Turn over the city.
Come and wipe my baby car .（The car covered with paint and pink）.
He galloped on the highway to open the window of the car and sprinkled money.
Everyone looked at us with envy.（The richest person in Los Angeles，man）.
so baby come with me.Put up your hand and shaker you hand.
Come and wipe my baby car. （The car covered with paint and pink）.
He galloped on the highway to open the window of the car and sprinkled money.
Everyone looked at us with envy.（The richest person in Los Angeles，man）.