Lyrics:
Yeah she want a taste curious
And the wave serious
When we pull up in the whip
So fast and furious
Have your bitch
By the end of the day
Started off
the things I fucking hate
Fast and furious when I pull up, rip open your gates
I'm faded rocket to your waterfall, thats where I bathe
You're jaded, last boy
to the fast life, can't seem to let it go
Like a love song on repeat, it's all I know
Trying to break free, from this ball and chain
Gotta find my way back,
ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron
Lox and Poppa, turning niggaz into Jim Hoffa
Who gon stop us, it's your last joint double copper
You gettin money
Two weeks ago, I was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me
And said
"Hey yo, Ice We don't think you're down
What set ya claiming?"
E
chances
Just to drink lean in them benzes
2 Chainz!
I want my trapback
I said that I want my trapback
I'm from the apartments, used to walk around
They came to ask him for a least some new tracks
But only got confronted by the beast with two backs
Knock, Mouse is a made man
Villain laid it down
own two
No crew just see what this Mac-11 gon do
Plenty bodies gon be dropping soon
As I come through
Hop out let it rip head slugs go threw
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
do?
'Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, then you through
We
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
whassup?"
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: R. Kelly]
All the shrimp and lobster honeys, downtown shoppin honeys
Stayin on the grind, gotcha own car and crib
Yeah this got me feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne
Ah huh
Attack em like I'm batman with these 2 chainz
Uh huh
I ain't really into copping new thangs
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
told to eat fast,
Never snitching was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
Never waiting by the phone gotta get it on your own
let's go pick up the pace, 3, 2, 1 we hyperspace
Hook 2x:
It's a lifestyle fast is a lifestyle, better keep up, catch me at the quarter mile, 9, 10
to
Find somethin' hot drink in my hand hundreds in my pocket
I don't care if he ya man understand I'm yo profit
Its 3:39 we should leave by 3
We can
Started jumping on my end soul
It was frigity burn and then I said wait, I got pride
It's time to get my own ride
I came up with the scheme and got paid
got the directions, fuck use the motto
Never confused or follow
Know what it is, we own that ice
Checks hit the mail box, Super Bowl everyday
I'm sick
fast enough
Fuckin' with this lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with two sticks like a chopstick (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Youngins makin' keys
together
Niggas by Lexus
Straight out the ghetto niggas is pussy
To even fuck with us that'll be the
Day a white nigga mush me
Straight up, two-thousand is
to this conclusion
I can't make a move too fast
It was written in the sky today
By the morning sun it sure looks like a good day to run
[Chorus]
Wide
Let you niggas get hot for a minute
But I be hot for a century
Rolled up bumpin' that 2 Chainz
My 2 chains
My bad, I mean 4 chains
Look like
Wanna let my hair down, get a glass of Chardonnay
I don't mean to drink it fast but homey pardon me
Calm your nerves I got you shakin'
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