Make room for my Ducati
Call her Gali cause she zoom
Zoom, zooming around in Bali
Looking oddly like a spook
You can bet I'm dressed in all black
Looking obviously cool
With a hottie named Holly's
Naked body in my room
Sent home for being naughty
I was tardy from the school
And I may or may not possibly
Have touched the teacher's boob
Now she's teaching me from home
And saying what I need to do
If a big titty teacher
Wanna teach me how to screw
Now I got my jollies off
And so it's on to lesson 2
She said the fallacy of currency
Is thinking that it proves
Every dollar's a reflection
Of respect that I am due
And the folly of perception
Means that that is prob'ly true
So I roll in a Bugatti
Cause I'm following the suit
And the ladies rolling too
And they don't even think it's cute
Expensive clothes, shoes
And square feet that I don't even use
And it's gone in a jiffy
Zoom… golly… zoom

Stryfe:
Golly,
I'm runnin roads, Wil' E,
I zoom like witches on brooms on the 13th Friday,
Proly left a body behind me in the dust,
Trust,
Pass that plate after you ate and see that *pew*,
Chuuch,
I make the road meet rubber,
Your woman, I'ont love her,
Foot in the clutch got her acting childish as Donald Glover,
On muh nuts, goin nuts,
Cuz the strut, make her wonder,
Gave her this Nutter Butter just to satiate her hunger, Unh,
Beat it to death, from the womb to the tomb,
Resurrect the whole stable wit the power,
*Vroom Vroom*
And I,
Still gotta put another gallon in the GT,
Speedin down the street wit my song on repeat,
Tryin' to get live like the niggas on TV,
Pedal bring the heat like a kettle when the steam,
Squeak out the hole,
I take my feet off the go,
While I pick up my girl jaw,
She dropped her teeth on the floor,
She thinkin, Golly,
The speed that I connect with is shocking,
Like Rufio's roundabout allusion to Illuminati ,
ZOOM

Oh golly gee; Well pardon me
But if I tell you I'm a liar that is honesty
So don't believe me
And only half of what you see
If you don't expand you can't believe
There's land beyond the sea
Can't see the forest fore the trees
Then you won't like the leaves
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
They have the sharpest teeth
Money is the evil root
Yet we have all the seeds
Money makes us dummies
Hard to think before we speak
You like "I'm dead broke"
Yet you're alive in one piece
So you doin things in back alleys
And get put out on front street
It's a crying shame what we do for it
From the old richest to the new poorest
The loot's porous
I'm a Scorpio… my scope's Horus
The pyramid eye's on us
Dan Gilbert's at the crib
But he can see I'm in the lobby
I'm outy 5000… zoom golly