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conversations.value: Write me a song called Aston Martin Music with the following description: The mood of this song, as Ross stated, is that music you play in your two-seater with your favorite female (of the week) just riding together feeling like BAWSES.
  Producer Rook of J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League talked about the track:
  
  Man, the hardest part about making that beat was creating a sound. But even then, you just go through a trance and start experimenting. I think the main inspiration for that was Prince and old-school R&B like Cherrelle and The Whispers. Even Ice Cube ‘You Know How We Do It’ and ‘It Was a Good Day.’ Like, as soon as the song comes on, you know exactly what the fuck it is.
  We didn’t do the song specifically for Ross. A few other people made songs to it. Actually, I sent it to Drake before I sent it to Ross. Ross did the song with him and Chrisette Michele, and DJ Khaled sent it to Drake. Then when Drake got it, he text me and was like, ‘Yo! Why didn’t you send me this beat?!’ I was like, ‘My man, that was in the first set of beats I sent you’ [laughs]. He got on it and did his thing, though.
  
  While Drake initially provided the chorus, a remix version with a Drake verse was later released and had a music video. The single topped Billboard’s Hot Rap Songs chart for 18 weeks. The song was officially re-released as Paris Morton Music in 2019. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Rick Ross]
  Oh
  Let's pull the two-seater out baby
  It's where ever you wanna go!
  J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
  [Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
  Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night
  Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
  Just me and my boss, no worries at all
  Listening to the Aston Martin Music, Music
  [Post-Chorus: Drake]
  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 never know
  Uh, but here goes nothing
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  When I'm alone in my room sometime 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
  A lot of quiet time pink bottles of rose
  Exotic red bottoms whole body glittered in gold
  Following fundamentals and following in the rental
  I love a nasty girl who swallow what's on the menu
  That money triple up when ya get it out of state
  I need a new safe cause I'm running out of space
  Elroy Jetson: I'm somewhere out in space
  In my two-seater she's the one that I would take, wee [Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
  Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night
  Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
  Just me and my boss, no worries at all
  Listening to the, Aston Martin Music, Music
  [Post-Chorus: Drake]
  Would've came back for you
  I just needed time to do what I had to do
  Caught in the life I can't it let it go
  Whether that's right I will never know
  Uh, but here goes nothing
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box
  Mr. KFC, 
  VVS's in the watch
  Living fast where it's all about that money bag
  Never front, you take it there, it ain't no coming 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
  Addicted like Pookie that pussy be controlling me
  That thing keep calling
  Fuck maintain boy: I gotta keep ballin!
  Pink bottles keep coming
  James Bond coupe pop clutch 100 [Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
  Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night
  Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
  Just me and my boss, no worries at all
  Listening to the Aston Martin Music, Music
  [Interlude: Drake]
  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 never know
  Hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong
  Tried to be patient, waited too long
  But I would've came back, but I would've came back
  Would've came back, would've came back
  Would've came
  [Verse 3: Drake]
  I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta
  Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what’s up witcha?
  I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it
  I took some sense and made a nickel of it
  I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers
  With those lips that all that lipstick covers
  You're never too grown up to miss and hug her
  And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers
  I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers
  This ain't the life that I'm used to
  Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to
  Did you forget me?
  Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
  And fear that I won't remember
  I wish you could still accept me for me
  I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
  The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have
  I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags
  Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd
  In one nigga, amazing shit
  I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit
  I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit
  And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit
  Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains?
  The seats for these Heat games?
  I really think you stare at yourself and you see things
  La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed
  To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck with
  Fuck is up?
  Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices
  Twenty-three and goin' through a midlife crisis
  But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife
  And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live life like it
  Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach
  To be far from hood, but to understand the streets
  I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech
  Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
  Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it
  Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment
  And, baby, I'll never forget none of that
  Girl, I told you I was coming back [Outro: Chrisette Michele]
  Aston Martin Music, Music
  Aston Martin Music, Music