(Here in my fancy car) I can see you from above The respect that I see in their eyes Is the spark that fuel my fire Here In my fancy car The black glass is my wall against the black idiot kid that sells me candy for a dime Here in my fancy car I’m leading my baby to school He will follow my steps I’ll give him that tools Hey you! Get out of my way! I got gas in my tank I got money in the bank Hey you! Get out of my way! I got gas in my tank I got money in the bank Here in my fancy car I’m wondering the girl that I’ll have for dinner Should I buy a ring to blind my wife? Should I buy the mute sex of a whore? Here in my fancy car I can check my e-mails I can count 1,2,3,4 Whom later I’ll walk above Here in my fancy car I’m wondering about my evolution I Have a huge motor here I don’t care about that pollution Hey, and it’s a German Car! An executive style But it feels like a war tank Ready to crumble you all It’s a German Car! An executive style But feels like a war tank Ready to crumble you all