

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Got a fast line life One-way ticket Foam on the windshield Money on the digits (hey!) [Verse 1] Slide through the city like I’m Bezos in a Prius Budget on a rocket but they still ain’t gonna see us Dr. Phil talk, I’m just fixing up my trauma At the drive-thru wash, getting therapy in pajamas Iron-Man chest, yeah my heart in a cage But I open that thing when the beat hit the stage Dwayne with the frame, all muscle in my stance Shaking off the doubt like water when I dance (ooh!) [Chorus] Tequila at the car wash, bubbles on my shoes Fausto in the front seat, picking out the grooves We don’t need a reason, we just need a tune Funky little rap make the midnight noon Tequila at the car wash, laughing at the bill Dr. Phil wisdom in a cup I spill Chrome getting clean while the past gets tossed Spin, spin, spin, let the dirt get lost [Verse 2] Iron-Man hoodie with the sleeves all torn Built my own suit from the days I was worn Jeff with the hustle, turned coupons to gold Amazon of problems, got ’em boxed, all sold Dwayne with the brow when they say I won’t last Raise one eye, then I leave ’em in the past Fausto Costa in the back, saying “turn that up” We toast in the suds, lime twist in the cup (yeah!) [Chorus] Tequila at the car wash, bubbles on my shoes Fausto in the front seat, picking out the grooves We don’t need a reason, we just need a tune Funky little rap make the midnight noon Tequila at the car wash, laughing at the bill Dr. Phil wisdom in a cup I spill Chrome getting clean while the past gets tossed Spin, spin, spin, let the dirt get lost [Bridge] Who need a cape when the rinse light’s glowing Who need a throne when the soap still flowing Fast line, slow drip, let the drama rinse off We just vibe in the vacuum, windows up, top off (hey!) [Chorus] Tequila at the car wash, bubbles on my shoes Fausto in the front seat, picking out the grooves We don’t need a reason, we just need a tune Funky little rap make the midnight noon Tequila at the car wash, laughing at the bill Dr. Phil wisdom in a cup I spill Chrome getting clean while the past gets tossed Spin, spin, spin, let the dirt get lost
Tags
rap, High-energy funky rap with swaggering male vocals; bouncy, syncopated drums and rubbery bass line, percussive rhythm guitar stabs and organ hits. Verses stay tight and conversational, with quick-fire punchlines; hook explodes with gang vocals and call-and-response chants. Occasional brass stabs and DJ-cut textures for extra attitude, final chorus rides out on extended ad-libs., funky
2:21
No
3/30/2026