[Chorus]
And my whip look like a Mad Max, matte black
And my fit look like a flashback, class act
And yeah I just won a fat stack, black jack
All my friends look like the rat pack, rat pack
And my whip look like a Mad Max, matte black
And my fit look like a flashback, class act
And yeah I just won a fat stack, black jack
All my friends look like the rat pack, rat pack

[Verse]
White T tucked in like a pool shark at the local dive
Young Paul Newman with the sauce, I ain't some local guy
He dress designer, I can tell your boy been broke inside
I thought he's supposed to ride, girl you need to roll the dice
Lucky seven that's me drinking number sever over thеre
Lose the zеro give me love like my name Kevin over here
I'm in heaven, let me ask a couple questions
Girl so how's my first impression?
Tell me do you need a second?

[Chorus]
And my whip look like a Mad Max, matte black
And my fit look like a flashback, class act
And yeah I just won a fat stack, black jack
All my friends look like the rat pack, rat pack
And my whip look like a Mad Max, matte black
And my fit look like a flashback, class act
And yeah I just won a fat stack, black jack
All my friends look like the rat pack, rat pack