Written by: Nick L. Van De Wall, Trevor Dahl
Duration: 3:22
Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Ferrari’ by Afrojack. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Afrojack or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Uh
Gimme a chance (Yeah)
Gimme the car
Get rid of your friends
I don’t want, I don’t want none of these people involved (None of these people)
I know what I did (Yeah)
Do I have an excuse?
They say money talks
I got my money talkin’ big like gimme the loot
I might just give her the Benz
Just for my baby, just on the whip
Might roll up a couple of grams
Look at the stars, look at the drip
Black and red on the inside
Got her bloody like Tarantino
Makin’ these bitches sweat, run ’round town
Paint it cherry red, Maraschino
I bought you a new, I bought you a new Ferrari
Only to say, only to say, “I’m sorry”
Let’s hop in the whip, I’ll take you to San Diego
Let’s lay on the beach, baby, we smokin’ that fuego
I bought you a new, I bought you a new Ferrari
Only to say, only to say, “I’m sorry”
Let’s hop in the whip, I’ll take you to San Diego
Let’s lay on the beach, baby, we smokin’ that fuego
I bought you a new, I bought you a new Ferrari
I bought you a new, I bought you a new Ferrari
I bought you a new, I bought you a new
I bought you a new, I bought you a new
I bought you, bought you, bought you
Cashed out the Beemer
Makin’ my mama cry (Cry)
Guys shoot, two-seater
And I say, “Hello, goodbye” (Hello, goodbye)
USD more than Padres
I slid home like a ball game
We burn trees like it’s whoozy
That’s a hell of a night (Hell of a night)
Autodealer on first names
Carnotes like it’s loose leaves
Spent more on you than my mommy
That’s a hell of a guy (Hell of a guy)
I bought you a new, I bought you a new Ferrari
Only to say, only to say, “I’m sorry”
Let’s hop in the whip, I’ll take you to San Diego
Let’s lay on the beach, baby, we smokin’ that fuego
I bought you a new, I bought you a new Ferrari
I bought you a new, I bought you a new Ferrari
I bought you a new, I bought you a new
I bought you a new, I bought you a new
I bought you, bought you, bought you