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a point to prove
And I ain’t playing by the rules
Fuck a regulation no hesitation
Started on the bottom now it’s time for elevation
I just wanna prosper

theft auto whips
Bitch We pushing fast cars

Fucced around and Srrt'd off ina NASCAR
Ian trim get her hair and nails done

Ima type of nigga that havin'

You thicker than a cup oil from the barre, baby
But can you fit 50 bricks inside yo car, baby
Tuck this fawty five inside yo bra baby
Then I could keep

food drive-thrus
Drive by, in the car it's like FIVE GUYS that's my whole crew
My circle small, trust a few I can't trust em all
Say you a baller (yeah)

Yeah I got demons, I ain't talking about no car
I might aim for the moon that's tragic
But I'm shotting shit to the stars
They call me an addict
By

team Brave
But Rossi ridin solo car tented like I'm fo fo
Headed to get me a freak who fast like FloJo
Blowin on a Dutch then we go Dutch on some Mojo's

on them palm trees
Summer sun, we getting stung by the bees
Ocean views at the same time
Two different sea's, as I
Pop the trunk with my keys
Tyler told me

different cheeks same sheets
Born a star, foreign car, push start
Going fast, roll the za go to mars
Meet my fate, me and hate, night and day
Dirt on my name,

the furnace
I can chill and be cool, switch it up like a Thermos
She pulled up and ate me, then dipped, five stars for her service
Ain't want me back then, now

so bad but she a real one too
In the Beamer but 2014 had Hyundai 2002 (two)
In 2005, (five)
I woke up and one day I'm alive (huh?)
They wanna know why

Stepped in the garden 
Zute in my left hand 
Wine in my right 
Those that ain't got green got car keys
Dipping in bags all night 
It's a UK thing

me
I need a fast car it's the kid in me
Counting A bank roll To a Millie
I'm in her guts
I'm touching her kidneys
And She say she feeling me but
I

tease her
Five bitches, one me thats good odds
Dont fuck wit these niggas cause they big frauds
Fine broads fast cars and big guwap
I dont even need love

myself
I look at my life and I got nothing left
I've been trapping so long that even my own mom think my mind is gone
This my real life everything

gas money
Spittin' bars, getting fast money
Brown Bunny getting real muddy
See a van doing hitchhikes
Stabbin' two guys in the throat, baby
Tonight we

bitches in it
A private jet wit jacuzzi in it
Buy my daddy fast cars he gon be proud of me
BIG Business for momma fuck em salaries
Me and my niggas we gon

got rough got unemployed real fast
Now I'm self employed with a
Ploy to be kick ass
Home is where the hate is
Home is where the love is
So Ghana go be

boy with the bars
White boy with flow
White boy with the cars
White boy gonna go, aye
To the top as you see me pass by
Around me there isn't a bad vibe

about to blow
Oh oh
Foreign cars driving fast
Always first never last
What's in the past is the past
I kept it real from the start
Last year was a wave

more new models at the club
Popping bottles like whats up
Popping bottles like whats up aye
Shoppers really need to get their cheddar stacked
Pulling V

blunts on me
8 up some Rudy's after waitin' behind 9 cars
10-sion in the air being covered by the pine gar
We elevate 11 times, ain't payin' no mind

get a handshake, or a high five
This is not a rental bitch nigga this my ride
Bitch I'm chasing fast money, fuck working at Popeyes
Chris just coughed

ah them craving
We work 9 to 5, you not see how we slaving
Rastaman the whole year half you saving
Nuff of them not real to themself them faking
Fi

love this fucking money
I'm addicted to this shit like i'm doing coke all morning
Living in that fast lane watch me make these moves homie
See a cady