"Fast Life" lyrics
I'm livin' a fast life, fast cars, fast girl, fast money, nigga (Let's go)
Dee Mula (Yeah)
Swervin' in somethin' fast, I'm off these Percs, so I'm stuck to the seat (Uh-huh)
Four pockets full, but I'm tryna keep stuffin' these hoes (Yeah), get paid to knock out your meat
Bae, say you want Gucci? I got you, wanna give me some coochie? Hibachi
She know I'm next up in the city, I thought she know, but this bitch been watchin'
Beat the pussy up like a boxer (Uh, uh), hit her so hard, she thought she got hit with a chopper
Thought she got hit with a pump, soon as I threw that dick in, she jump (Ah)
Baby look, we ballin'
If I don't answer the first time, stop callin'
You told me I'ma be sprung, but you trippin' over there, fallin'
She lookin' for love? I'm chasin' my money, the only time you'll see me runnin'
The only time I'm in my city, we get a drop, so keep them comin'
I ain't got no opps, them niggas just mad 'cause I'm gettin' cash
I'm loaded, baked potato
In Miami on a yacht, I'm trollin' all my haters
These niggas went broke, MC Hammer
Hit a nigga with the... ah, I got hammers
I'm on camera, bae, my life is lit, a torch, somethin' like candles
She just sneezed, I'm like, "Bless you," with a nigga like me 'cause yours broke, ho
He been beggin', thought he rich, you laid up with a bum, ho (Bum)
How you safe when you with him? That nigga ain't got no gun, ho (Gun)
Fly out just for the vibe and really having fun though
Say he gon' kill me when he catch me, when he saw me, that nigga spoke (Huh, huh, uh)
He ain't really on that, boy, you know I'm slow
He know I tap buttons, put belts on they butt
Need no help, like for what? (Uh-uh)
They deep after us, so what?
I'm cuttin' up, I'm gettin' off
I'm pissed off, I'm rich forever like Rick Ross
In that Lamb' chop (Skrrt, skrrt), blue check bitch in the backseat with her tits out
I had to blur her face, I don't care 'bout no blogs, just her drawers
I got the bitch on tape (Damn), lickin' all on my balls, stuffed her jaw (Damn, damn)
I got the big boy Drac', this bitch don't make me fall, shoot through wall (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
King status, bitch, I'm higher than Birkin bags
My price is cheap, don't need Kelly, nigga
Mm, mm, mm, don't need Kelly
Know my price is cheap, nigga
Dee Mula (Yeah)
Swervin' in somethin' fast, I'm off these Percs, so I'm stuck to the seat (Uh-huh)
Four pockets full, but I'm tryna keep stuffin' these hoes (Yeah), get paid to knock out your meat
Bae, say you want Gucci? I got you, wanna give me some coochie? Hibachi
She know I'm next up in the city, I thought she know, but this bitch been watchin'
Beat the pussy up like a boxer (Uh, uh), hit her so hard, she thought she got hit with a chopper
Thought she got hit with a pump, soon as I threw that dick in, she jump (Ah)
Baby look, we ballin'
If I don't answer the first time, stop callin'
You told me I'ma be sprung, but you trippin' over there, fallin'
She lookin' for love? I'm chasin' my money, the only time you'll see me runnin'
The only time I'm in my city, we get a drop, so keep them comin'
I ain't got no opps, them niggas just mad 'cause I'm gettin' cash
I'm loaded, baked potato
In Miami on a yacht, I'm trollin' all my haters
These niggas went broke, MC Hammer
Hit a nigga with the... ah, I got hammers
I'm on camera, bae, my life is lit, a torch, somethin' like candles
She just sneezed, I'm like, "Bless you," with a nigga like me 'cause yours broke, ho
He been beggin', thought he rich, you laid up with a bum, ho (Bum)
How you safe when you with him? That nigga ain't got no gun, ho (Gun)
Fly out just for the vibe and really having fun though
Say he gon' kill me when he catch me, when he saw me, that nigga spoke (Huh, huh, uh)
He ain't really on that, boy, you know I'm slow
He know I tap buttons, put belts on they butt
Need no help, like for what? (Uh-uh)
They deep after us, so what?
I'm cuttin' up, I'm gettin' off
I'm pissed off, I'm rich forever like Rick Ross
In that Lamb' chop (Skrrt, skrrt), blue check bitch in the backseat with her tits out
I had to blur her face, I don't care 'bout no blogs, just her drawers
I got the bitch on tape (Damn), lickin' all on my balls, stuffed her jaw (Damn, damn)
I got the big boy Drac', this bitch don't make me fall, shoot through wall (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
King status, bitch, I'm higher than Birkin bags
My price is cheap, don't need Kelly, nigga
Mm, mm, mm, don't need Kelly
Know my price is cheap, nigga
