Lyrics: Tiffaney Thompson/Wyatt Johnson
Music: Tiffaney Thompson/Wyatt Johnson
30 on the dash
Yea we ridin slow
But that money moving fast
Look at all this cash
Yea we ridin slow
Gotta watch us when we pass
Now throw some money in air
Like u really don’t care oh yea
Repeat
I just put your mortgage on my neck
And you looking T’d off
Like a golfer
You upset
Why u mad ?
Why u mad ?
Tell em why you mad
If u need a loan
U should probably Just ask
If you need to get around
I can send a bus pass
Ill be in my suite
With a bottle
Must have
Top shelf everything
We elevated
And We just keep pouring up
Man I’m glad we made it
Feels so good to be so rich
Aint gotta worry bout it
Why we only doing 30
Ain’t no hurry bout it
Bus down
For my bus down
Carats and the clarity
They tell me that it’s giving
Like I opened up a charity
30 on the dash
Yea we ridin slow
But that money moving fast
Look at all this cash
Yea we ridin slow
Gotta watch us when we pass
Now throw some money in air
Like u really don’t care oh yea
Repeat
M o n e y
You know I stay fly
Cause I’m that guy
I be doing 30
In the 55
And you know why
Top down
Bass bumpin out the tweeters
Told these groupies
Get a grip
Like some tweezers
I don’t see ya nah
I don’t need ya
If u tryna suck me dry tho
Know they lying
They can’t look me in my eyes tho
Where were u
When I was tryna to survive bro
Now my watch don’t tick
Tick tick boom
My car go vroom
My maid gotta broom
My house got room for some rooms
Wit a view
I’m driving real slow
Like I’m running on fumes
I’m driving real slow
Like I’m running on fumes
30 on the dash
Yea we ridin slow
But that money moving fast
Look at all this cash
Yea we ridin slow
Gotta watch us when we pass
Now throw some money in air
Like u really don’t care oh yea