Gucci Mane - Faster lyrics

rate me

feat. Young Scooter

Faster, he did five he got ten more to go

He wished that you can go faster

I’m moving blow, I’m knee deep in the snow

You need to unload that truck faster

I’m too inpatient, tryina roll it up quick

But my bitch can roll faster

It’s all good, you wind me, you’re old school

But mine used to go faster

I’m in my class reunion in my fastest car

I’m the richest nigga here but I didn’t pass the bar

I got a white so bright it’ll make the crowd applaud

Bank account so stupid I gotta thank the Lord

I got a bitch so bad, married me and divorce

She a top notch shit, just can’t afford

I have on so much jewelry at the Vibe Awards

And I’m booked all from Friday to Friday, boy

Hop the …, nigga, top society play

Black Ferrari got your girlfriend round beside you, boy

Remember when I first started they denied you, boy

Nigga lost his life because he trashed you, boy

Faster, he did five he got ten more to go

He wished that you can go faster

I’m moving blow, I’m knee deep in the snow

You need to unload that truck faster

I’m too inpatient, tryina roll it up quick

But my bitch can roll faster

It’s all good, you wind me, you’re old school

But mine used to go faster

You better ask these niggas

I don’t wanna be friends, I wanna wet these niggas

I ain’t tryina be cool, don’t try to test these niggas

I wish I was the fall off so I can jet these niggas

I might just pull a minor and just slap that nigga

I really trapped and pushed packs, ain’t one of these rob-ass niggas

I made 150 000 playing blackjack, nigga

I brought the trow pack nigga, Louis backpack nigga

I got that fire red interior, the guts suu woo …

I got that crystal blue Rollie on and snoop do too

I got them young niggas with me and I’ll shoot some, too

Fuck your goons and your CEO, it ain’t just you

School jester, he did five, he got ten more to go

He wished that you can go faster

I’m moving blow, I’m knee deep in the snow

You need to unload that truck faster

I’m too inpatient, tryina roll it up quick

But my bitch can roll faster

It’s all good, you wind me, you’re old school

But mine used to go faster

I got niggas doing life, feel like they’re moving backwards

Just thinking what I’m facing make me rapping faster

I’m still finessing ‘round and I’m on CED

A million dollar nigga, I’m still in the street

A free band boss, yeah, I call the shots

I bought a red ‘Rari cooked it out the pot

Gucci on my niggas, we got street tire

Everywhere you see me, you see plugs around

I get my money fast but I spin it faster

Never seen a drought, I got birds in the attic

I spin a mil a week, I got a lot of habits

You say your plug take a week, I get ‘em to you faster

Faster, he did five he got ten more to go

He wished that you can go faster

I’m moving blow, I’m knee deep in the snow

You need to unload that truck faster

I’m too inpatient, tryina roll it up quick

But my bitch can roll faster

It’s all good, you wind me, you’re old school

But mine used to go faster

Thanks to Thee randy for correcting these lyrics