[Intro]
[Hook: Deshawn Raw]
Gas money, Gas money, Gas money
Gas money, Gas money, Gas money
All I need, All I need, is gas money
All I need, All I need, is gas money
Gas money, Gas money, Gas money
Gas money, Gas money, Gas money
All I need, All I need, is gas money
If you ain't got 5, then you can't get in
[Verse 1: Traphik]
Somebody lemme hold a dollar, I gotta get into work
My debit got rejected like I was doing the jerk
My tummy is so hungry, my mind is going berserk
Cause if I can't afford to feed her, my girl won't give me dessert
So now I'm parking and I'm pulling up the hand brake
Hubcaps gone, tire flatter than a pancake
Homie shotgun like we goin' on a man date
You better give me five and I ain't talking bout the hand shake
They try to hate on me, my tank Kim K man it stay on E
I need gas money bitch, put it in my hand
Deshawn not a rapper but shit I am
Found a ho on a street but I had no cash
Couldn't hit it from the back cause she had no ass
Tried to get brain cause she had no class
But couldn't get the road head cause I had no gas
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Steven Jo]
YEAH! Where the gas at?
You should be looking for the gas money
My brotha, now where the cash at?
I hooked up with Deshawn Raw
We takin' over the YouTube bra, now watch as we ball
Whats up Timothy de la Ghetto?
The way I run this rap game, I deserve me a medal
If I find the right chick, I just might settle
But I need my gas money before I put my foot on this petal
Now watch as my jewelry bezzle, and for you YouTube haters and you trolls, man get on my level
I'm feeling hot, damn I rock, yes I'm the cream of the crop
Rihanna tweeted me cause I'm hot
Yo, I'm looking like a Nigerian Princess, no fucking with the family, nigga no incest
I'm coming for your main chick, your mistress
No gas money, than you can kiss this
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Deshawn Raw]
If you think I'm hitting eighty, then you must be crazy
In the carpool lane, like I'm driving Ms. Daisy ("Go around!")
Lemme tell you 'bout a girl that tried to play me
I pulled up to her house around seven or eight
She didn't have no cake so there was no date
No gas money and I will flake
Go on get your helmet babe cause we gon' have to skate
Two dollars, where you think you 'bout to go?
If you hit me wanna ride, I'mma hit you with a no
Goin' ham on the remix, cause you thought this was a joke
Fast Five, I watch that, still driving slow
I don't care, I ain't trippin', I'll be late
Shout out to all the geniuses with hummers and V8's
"Oh, wait hold up, what he say? What you say?
Yeah I got a full tank, so what? I still need my..."
[Hook]
[Verse 4: DeStorm]
Yeah! Gimme that gas money, gas money, fast money
Right now it's more attractive than your ass honey
Dip your card, now you're better than my last honey
We takin' off, we gon' have a blast honey
My old ride had twelve miles to the gallon
Cause I couldn't afford a Prius... nigga, why you smilin'?
I know you've been saving that four ninety-nine
For that 7-11 slurpee and that bag of pork rinds
But, the needle saw E five miles ago
We're carrying too much weight, somebody gotta go
And since your ass is broke
I guess we gotta vote
The car is coughing, somebody gotta clear his throat
You better jog to the bank
How do you expect me to ride out on an empty tank?
We done went to Benihana's with my last on the mil
With the Young Money, Cash Money, girl fit the bill
[Hook]
