Motorola

(Uhh) (Hello Moto)

Picture on my Motorola
I'm revving up engines, going a thousand miles an hour
The tires are smoking like a heavy smoker
And if the girl hops on the bike, she rolls up

And this is serious
The girls are escaping from the convent today
I got the vibe to get to you first
She loves how my rims shine, my helmet and boots

Motorola
The exhausts popping like a gun
And the brakes are hot all the time
She's addicted to the bike and the weed

Motorola
The exhausts popping like a gun
And the brakes are hot all the time
She's addicted to the bike and the weed

She's addicted to the bike, to the weed
To the party and the vibe
To the leather and the drops
Biker in a Toyota

And the guns are booming in the area
Step on it, babe, lose control

And I swing by to pick you up on the Ducati
Riding, she calls me Moto Daddy (Daddy)
Got the windows tinted tight
Hit the gas like Daddy

And I slide into the party
Smoking infinity
I'm in the Matrix
And on my bike, you're Trinity
Kill me, explode like Trinity
And the tires screeching in reverse like a DVD

She likes the bad boys
Thugs and bikers
The bling and the games
Just call for him

Motorola
The exhausts popping like a gun
And the brakes are hot all the time
She's addicted to the bike and the weed

Motorola
The exhausts popping like a gun
And the brakes are hot all the time
She's addicted to the bike and the weed

Picture on my Motorola
I'm revving up engines, going a thousand miles an hour
The tires are smoking like a heavy smoker
And if the girl hops on the bike, she rolls up