"Fastlane Pt. 2" lyrics
Welcome to the fast lane
Stand up making money baby that way
He ain't chasing chicken nigga that lame
Cryin over hoes that's the past days, past days
Baby I'm on full because I'm maxed up
I hit my body up so I can get my checks up
I'm a Mexican chopper I get my reps up
You think you trippin till my homies get you wet up
I been so dry I been tryin to get my cake
I been so high I could hardly even wake
Been choppin all night off so I don't really need a break
Been makin all this music got me feeling like I'm Drake
Sippin' in it got me drippin'
I was in mid twenty I done flipped it
For long grammys yeah I'ma hit it
But I ain't gon' lie, I'm finna miss it, yeah
It's okay, she ballin'
It's okay, my girl fallin'
I put her in some Jordans
I be all in her organs
She be with me cause she really tryna win
These nigga copy me lookin like my twins
I pray to god that you forgive me for my sins
Cause I'm just tryna get these money get these hits
She on the floor
She wants some more
She be shaking and breaking in for the dough
She look so nice I didn't know she was a hoe
She geekin, if she ain't bringing her no money she leavin
I did what I love what I believed in
For a mommy want these perky she be fiendin
I make money don't play hoes
These boys funny and god knows
She said that she love me sum but I grew a rose
She said she can drop it she can drop it to the tones
Welcome to the fast lane
Stand up making money baby that way
He ain't chasing chicken nigga that lame
Cryin over hoes that's the past days, past days
Baby I'm on full because I'm maxed up
I hit my body up so I can get my checks up
I'm a Mexican chopper I get my reps up
You think you trippin till my homies get you wet up
Stand up making money baby that way
He ain't chasing chicken nigga that lame
Cryin over hoes that's the past days, past days
Baby I'm on full because I'm maxed up
I hit my body up so I can get my checks up
I'm a Mexican chopper I get my reps up
You think you trippin till my homies get you wet up
I been so dry I been tryin to get my cake
I been so high I could hardly even wake
Been choppin all night off so I don't really need a break
Been makin all this music got me feeling like I'm Drake
Sippin' in it got me drippin'
I was in mid twenty I done flipped it
For long grammys yeah I'ma hit it
But I ain't gon' lie, I'm finna miss it, yeah
It's okay, she ballin'
It's okay, my girl fallin'
I put her in some Jordans
I be all in her organs
She be with me cause she really tryna win
These nigga copy me lookin like my twins
I pray to god that you forgive me for my sins
Cause I'm just tryna get these money get these hits
She on the floor
She wants some more
She be shaking and breaking in for the dough
She look so nice I didn't know she was a hoe
She geekin, if she ain't bringing her no money she leavin
I did what I love what I believed in
For a mommy want these perky she be fiendin
I make money don't play hoes
These boys funny and god knows
She said that she love me sum but I grew a rose
She said she can drop it she can drop it to the tones
Welcome to the fast lane
Stand up making money baby that way
He ain't chasing chicken nigga that lame
Cryin over hoes that's the past days, past days
Baby I'm on full because I'm maxed up
I hit my body up so I can get my checks up
I'm a Mexican chopper I get my reps up
You think you trippin till my homies get you wet up
