Sliding down 35 yea I'm in traffic
I ain't even trippin cuz I got a fine chocolate thang
With me
Swang to the left, yup swang to the right
Grippin' on grain while he grabbin' on my thigh aye, (heeey)
Rolling on a Sunday with the top down
Sun reflecting off the grill in my mouth
From the 254 to the 512
In the turning lane yea I'd rather banging screw
So we gone hit the highway
Me and baby do it the fly way
And there ain't no better way, better way better way (yeaaa)
Sliding down 35 yea I'm in traffic
I ain't even trippin cuz I got a fine chocolate thang
With me
Swang to the left, yup swang to the right
Grippin' on grain while he grabbin' on my thigh aye (heeey)
Sliding down 35 yea I'm in traffic
I ain't even trippin cuz I got a fine chocolate thang
With me
Swang to the left, yup swang to the right
Grippin' on grain while he grabbin' on my thigh aye (heeey)
Got my baby with and you already know
And if you tryna reach him he ain't got his phone
Every mile we drive feels like we never going home
Beating down your block knocking pictures off the wall
I can't leave him alone
He got me feening
Got me feeling good
Feeling like a queen like I thought never would
Sliding down 35 yea I'm in traffic
I ain't even trippin cuz I got a fine chocolate thang
With me
Swang to the left, yup swang to the right
Grippin' on grain while he grabbin' on my thigh aye, (heeey)