Lyrics Range Rover - Brenda

I wanna drive
With my Range Rover
Alone or just with my lil brother
Holding my cocktail
On the Californian roads
Piña Colada
Coconuts on the floor

Where Am I now?
Dollar bills, poverty
What I want now?
What do God want from me?
Freedom, the fame
Or Louis Vui' millionnaires?
Dirty feet in the sand
Dirty hands for their a
No gift for birthday
No gift for Christmas
Give back all those
Lazy a
The money of which
I died for

I wanna fly
In first business class
Stop dreaming baby B
It's not your life
This is what they say
But i know I can slay

I wanna drive
With my Range Rover
Alone or just with my lil brother
Holding my cocktail
On the Californian roads
Piña Colada
Coconuts on the floor

Ten bedrooms in my castle
Don't know what to choose
Bollinger as water
Ice cube in the glass
Or Ice box Atlanta
Freedom, the fame
Or Louis Vui' Millionnaires
My sisters on top of the world
Big lips, Gucci scarf
We're ready for the war
This song is meaningless
But drink your
Piña Colada
Coconuts on the floor