Yeah, I got the goodies stashed in the whip,

sweet like peaches on my glossed-up lips.

Trunk go boom when the 808 hits,

boys keep begging but I ain’t gon’ slip.

Petey slide through, cannon on replay,

hands in the sky, let it ride all day.

Ciara lean back, pivot then sway,

goodies stay locked—no key, no play.

Yo, goodies in the whip, candy paint drip—

Ciara got that bounce, make the trunk flip.

Petey on the mic, country boy slick,

two-step real quick, make the whole club click.

Ain’t sellin’ what you want, price went up—

keep your change, I’m priceless in this cup.

808 rattlin’ like change in my pocket,

boots stay knockin’, haters can’t knock it.

Goodies stay locked, key in my teeth,

ride this beat like a Carolina jeep.