Aston Martin Music
Rick Ross Lyrics

Let's pull the two-seater out, baby
Let's take out our two-seater car and go wherever you want to go.

Ridin' to the music, This is how we do it, (all night) all night Breezin' down the freeway, Just me and my baby In our ride Just me and my boss No worries at all Listenin' to the Aston Martin Music, Music
We're cruising down the highway at night, enjoying each other's company, listening to 'Aston Martin Music', without a care in the world.

Would've came back for you I just needed time To do what I had to do Caught in the life I can't let it go Whether that's right I will ever know Uh, but here goes nothin'
I left you behind to pursue my dreams and accomplish what I had to do. I'm not sure if that was the right decision, but it's too late to turn back now. Oh well, let's see what happens.

When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call My down bitch, one who live by the code Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose Exotic red-bottoms, whole body glittered in gold Followin' fundamentals, I'm followin' in the rental I love a nasty girl who swallow what's on the menu That money triple up when you get it out of state Need a new safe 'cause I'm runnin' out of space Elroy Jetson, I'm somewhere outta space In my two-seater, she the one that I will take, we
Sometimes when I'm alone, I'm surrounded by weapons, but I know I can count on my loyal partner to always have my back. We put aside our music careers and hit the road, enjoying pink champagne and expensive clothing. We follow basic principles and, together in my car, we hope to multiply our earnings and run out of space to store it all. We are like two characters from The Jetsons, feeling like we're in another world.

Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box Mr. KFC, VVS's is in the watch Livin' fast where it's all about that money bag Never front, you take it there, it ain't no comin' back Top down, right here is where she wanna be As my goals unfold right in front of me Every time we fuck her soul take a hold of me I dig her like Pookie that pussy be controllin' me That thang keep callin' Fuck maintain, boy, I gotta keep ballin' Pink bottles keep comin' James Bond coupe, pop-clutch, one hunnid
I drive onto the block in a convertible car shaped like a chicken box, wearing a diamond-encrusted watch. I live recklessly, focused on making money and never hesitating to take risks. My car's top is down and my partner is by my side. My goals seem to be coming together before my eyes. Whenever we have sex, I feel totally possessed by her. I can't resist her pull. I keep hustling and drinking expensive champagne, driving my fancy car like James Bond.

Aston Martin Music, Music Aston Martin Music, Music (all night) Aston Martin Music, Music Aston Martin Music, Music (in our ride) Aston Martin Music, Music (all night) Aston Martin Music, Music (in our ride)
'Aston Martin Music' is the song that we can't stop listening to, playing it on repeat all night long while cruising in our car.