Lyrics:
living fast somewhere in the past
'Cause that's for chasing cars
Turns out open bars lead to broken hearts
And going way too far
I know I used to be
Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?
I don't know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party
somebody would have told B.I.G. that before March ninth
I used to think there's no such things as wrong rights
'Till my stepbrother brought home them extra
, car, cartrouble, cartrouble
I used to sit at home silently and wonder
why all the preference is polishing the chrome
while all the mothers
, car, cartrouble, cartrouble
I used to sit at home silently and wonder
why all the preference is polishing the chrome
while all the mothers
Bitch im young money bitch im young
Who the hottest niggas out boy?, YOUNG MONEY
We can buy you niggas out if really wanted
Car transformin',
going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops
I do it for hip-hop, I do it for hip-hop, I do it for hip-hop
And I don't do it for the chains
I jumped in the river, what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
And all the figures I used to see
Your name in unison, I'm so far away
From the place I used to be, struggling usually
Look at the newer me, fate pursuing me
I can feel the energy in
streets put me through colleges
Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
Dream only a dream if work don't follow it
Remind me of the homies that used
Y'all niggas show price less than my travel fee
One of my arms worth a ticket
Watch so much that a car came with it
Back in the day I used to rob
the charts
Penitentiary chancin' and dancin'
With suicide
Is connoisseurs, love to eat on our tribe
Homie I got love for him
Angel on angel dust, I used
I jumped in the river, what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
And all the figures I used to see
My uncle used to love but she died
A chicken ain't chicken 'til he's licking good and fried
Keep on the sunny side
My uncle used to love me but
to say, to you nothin' other rapper cats
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing, this sure
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got
Yup
I want the money, money and the cars, cars and the clothes
I suppose, I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just
(brr)
I need it all when I touch down
I used to roll in the metro (metro)
Rollie bussdown like the metro (bussdown)
Million dollar cars off
what used to get you high don't get you high no more
When you got a lot of cars, don't even drive no more
When you're expected to win, they ain't
Yup
I want the money, money and the cars, cars and the clothes
I suppose, I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just
Records, a thousand features
Numerous Grammy's and BET Awards
And the other one
Hasn't done a goddamn thing let's go
Forget all my adversaries
I puff
believe they all belong to me
When I caught my mama's eye in that thing I used to drive
I never dreamed it would take me this far
All I wanted was a car
exaggerate?
It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks
Love the marble floors, got the Greek pillows
Fronting at awards, real street niggas
I used
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