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<b>Fast Cars Faster Women</b> by <i>Curren$y</i><br />

Mainly I been thinking 'bout GT

Crawling south beach in the middle of the street now

All things trippin' I'll accept the penitence when I get 'em

If the papers weren't so thick I'd probably roll them join in the middle

Fool, ain't no spillage so I plan to go and get it

We all like the gangs, I just got mad a lil bit quicker

A glimpse into this jet living

As fast cars, faster women

I woulda been mega pimpin'

I ain't had the time to put in it

Though I still make official, man it's distrising the whistle

There's no gang deliver direct TV, Sunday tickets

Suckers can't be down so they just be mad with us

We don't drink or smoke our heads with those ass kissers

You gotta be your own man for whatever call you listen

They gon' have to call me billionaire

Jet this shit

They scared of my hustle, they still love me

Black shelter moment running

You can't come in here folk some money

Keeping numbers doubling,

If it ain't about the mouse, then it ain't about nothing

Scared of my hustle, bitch still love me

Black Chevy motor running you can hand cuff me,

Yeah folks

Sell money, keeping numbers doubling

If it ain't about the mouse, then it ain't about nothing

I begin my day off with a half

Now collecting all the cash

Bust you in your damn now

Million pows of agitation

Show me all your registration

Bill niggas I'll be impatient

Clutching no hesitation

I rose up, I shake the crowd with my presence

Bitches scream my name, you tell your nigga yeah I said it

Run and tell the message, motherfuckers keep up gossip

You see more money, more power

You tell me how you nigga sorry

The second they call it, I stay on it, never fall in love

Still a woss, yeah you sink if your heart is stole

You played the cards, point seen, money lost,

Taken off in a jet like till you quit the ca in the next life

See your forever paid, roll the gazelle shades

I got it made, cloud smoke you know my nigga day

So that's the model that I live by

Primal seeking all that emo in the eve wine

Scared of my hustle, bitch still love me

Black Chevy motor running you can hand cuff me,

Yeah folks

Sell money, keeping numbers doubling

If it ain't about the mouse, then it ain't about nothing

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