Automatic - Jennifer Rush

Wake up in the morning, pray to god, that’s automatic

If I eat, so do my dogs, that’s automatic

If you thought I wouldn’t make it to the top, that’s tragic

Ziggy on the beat, that’s a hit, that’s automatic

Every time I hit the streets, a hundred horses, that’s automatic

Young busters see my booty, everybody tryna grab it

Every time I get a bag, I double that, that’s automatic

Every time I pop a tag, I leese the G, that’s automatic

Every time I wear my shoes, the bottoms on fleek, that’s automatic

Every time I go to sleep, Versace sheets, that’s automatic

In my bag with my semi tucked, that’s automatic

Post traumatic, don’t get closer, Imma snap, that’s automatic

We drive whips, automatic

We got chips, automatic

Shut the streets, automatic

Rollie Rolex, automatic

Takin trips, that’s automatic

Forin whips, that’s automatic

Hit the dip, that’s automatic

Whip the wrist, that’s automatic

Bitch, I am the queen, I am the top, that’s automatic

Ziggy fuckin with me on the beat, you know it’s poppin

Vaycay on the beaches, ridin horses, that’s automatic

You ain’t gotta tell me, when you see me, automatic

I want that bag, automatic

He wanna smash, automatic

I want that lavish, that lavish

I’m gonna get it, no matter

10, 20, 100 bands rubber bands on m

He just wanna know he the man, when I dance on him

Zay, Atlanta on the track, Imma turn it up

We ain’t fuckin with you magget hoes, you bum as fuck

Switch up, automatic

You’s fuckin with a savage

Slow your roll, Gucci told you that, automatic

We drive whips, automatic

We got chips, automatic

Shut the streets, automatic

Rollie Rolex, automatic