Lyrics:

'''Macklemore'''
I wanna be free, I wanna just live
Inside my Cadillac, That is my shit
And I throw it up (I throw that up)
Thats what it is (thats what it is)
In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)
Cant see me through my tints (nah ah)
Im riding real slow (slow motion)
In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24s (umbrella)
I don't got 24s (no oh)
But Im on those Vogues
Thats those big white walls, round them hundred spokes
Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag
Im rolling in that same whip that my granddad had
Hello haters, damn yall mad
30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?

'''Hollis'''
Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

'''Macklemore'''
Man Im lounging in some shit Bernie Mac wouldve been proud of
Looking down from heaven like damn thats stylish
Smilin, dont pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? Im illegally going 120
Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
They cannot catch me, Im smashing
Im ducking bucking them out here
Im lookin fuckin fantastic, I am up in a classic
Now I know what its like under the city lights
Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
The same one we walked across as kids
Knew Id have a whip but never one like this
Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater
Yea, Im from Seattle, Theres hella Honda Civics
I couldnt tell you about paint either
But I really want the Caddy so I put in the hours
And roll on over to the dealer
And I found the car I'm dreaming of, as I bargain with this geezer
Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming

'''Hollis'''
Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

'''ScHoolboy Q'''
Backwoods and dope
White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
She doing line after line like shes writing rhymes
I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind
Cadillac pimpin, my uncle was on
14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone
Sendin portions of his liquor, water in the Patrsn
Rather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes
(fuckin' lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on it and the vogues too
Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns on em
My dogs hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball
Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps
See whats poppin at the mall, meet a bad bitch
Slap her booty with my palms
You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls
Im motherfuckin awe...some
swear these eyes tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs
See the lust stuck up in her eyes
Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?
Girl does she want it low?
This shit a Coupe de Ville so youll never know
So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit
Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it
Slide till the gas is finished, Q

'''Hollis'''
Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright