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In the fast lane I'm getting money Run it up, run it up And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me Let's get this understood On the block I love my hood Every night I fight for dollars In this bed I grind about it My bitch gonna find the problem Pay her no mind about it My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it No time to cry about it And it ain't no backing out Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up Real street nigga man, Street nigga won't flip see the jake, see the fence How we came up in that bottle Drop top, top, drop free my nigga let's play When he touch down I got it Pledge allegiance to the to the money column 2000 rackses on a fucking column Bitch you with don't give a fuck about it Fuck the good but nothing done about it Carter slept with number traffic rhyming No comprende conte we are thousand SongtexteCoke on a table fuck âem mama Pouring syrup like a fucking farmer Faucet orange nigga prolly snoring Nigga luca present got the auction going Plays the floor I had a daily dawn You wanna pack the toast I wanna pop the floor Shake back, rerun, shake back Diddy in the kitchen water whippin nigga take that Gay strap waste that, sitting on the step No bulletproof vest where the apes at, ate that Stay cooking nigga straight pussy Try to take it from me I'ma face book them Hit the line, lido got 5 niggas He's a supply grill, I supply chickens In the fast lane I'm getting money Run it up, run it up And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me Let's get this understood On the block I love my hood Every night I fight for dollars In this bed I grind about it My bitch gonna find the problem Pay her no mind about it My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it No time to cry about it And it ain't no backing out Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up Real street nigga, man Came up on the dumb shit Ak with the jay clip Trade hate in the club with me You can show love but don't fuck with me Little rocks and a plastic bag We was chasing cars that was back to back One of the few who's reps is figure For only know it some activists Trash bags right now I'm texting for this And I'm too strapped to relax Two heats even know it's just me And I fit in the front, big mac in the back Got a bitch so bad all she do is neck Told her put it in your night Now I ride paper till she hate me like a fake bed Hood rich real shit I prolly look poor in a foreign Me and ??? sit in the four one leader Literally pouring the form Afford to be on me, at 4 in the morning Out of time just get a show Speed, gotta get back though I got court in the morning, true story In the fast lane I'm getting money Run it up, run it up And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me Let's get this understood On the block I love my hood Every night I fight for dollars In this bed I grind about it My bitch gonna find the problem Pay her no mind about it My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it No time to cry about it And it ain't no backing out Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up Real street nigga, man 45 on my hit double Through the projects like Jesse James Flamed up, never changed up Got the same block and same gang 4 dudes, zero zero I'm a hood hero Off moving kilos in a tress spot With them straps out Bout 100 ounces in grid locks Hot dog get the backdoor, got a haunted nigga on hood jo Grab one of her affiliated Got cash money knocking at my door Hold up I don't trust nigga If I show love I fucks with you I grind hard with all star With a pain lean in a foreign car Real shit, all of my people on trill shit Riding round screaming rock town Like how do you feel bitch In the fast lane I'm getting money Run it up, run it up And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me Let's get this understood On the block I love my hood Every night I fight for dollars In this bed I grind about it My bitch gonna find the problem Pay her no mind about it My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it No time to cry about it And it ain't no backing out Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up Real street nigga, man Aus Songtexte Mania