Rick Ross - Speedin' (Remix) lyrics

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Remix. Speedin' Remix, the movement.

I introduce you to the projects, I introduce you to the hood

I introduce you to the ghetto, I introduce you to Rick Ross

The boss is back. Trilla, this the remix, Speedin' remix. We the best!

This for all my goons, reppin' on pills

Speedin' to make me run in your crib

Put they offer behind your wheel

Monkey suit, black mask, city boy gear

Slippin' got alot of niggas whacked this year

Been up two days straight homie no sleep

Ridin' with choppas lurkin' Fo' deep

Jumpin' out on the first thing look sweet

Double stacks got the goons grittin' teeth

Car full of throw away big boy heat

Two brand new K's hangin' off seats

Yeah it got me speedin' all week

G4 straight from the NO

We gettin' money stay fly 'til the next show

We got money stay fly 'til we get more

We got bitches high rollin' with this cash flow

Put the H in the hood

Put a 1 on the good put a slab on the wood

Me and Ross doin' good

100 million dollars nigga hangin' in the hood

I'm doin' donuts in the streets pedal to the glass, the thought of mercialago (lamborghini) macks on the dash Speedin' niggas can't see me in the blink of a flash

You got to slow motion to flick so you can see me when I pass

You know just what to do when you see me gettin' my cash

When I pull up drop the bags and I'm doing the dash

No confusion understand no gimmicks

Duke is like the Autobahn disregardin' the speed limits

Fast life, fast broads, let's get it fast buddy

Fast food, fast cars we gettin' fast money

Fuck the talk we been doing this, heat it up

And when you bringin' me my cake you better speed it up

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Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin, I'm speedin'

I can't stop it's all I know

From a youngin' I was *gonna* get doe

I'm speedin', speedin', I'm speedin'

It's all a big ricky in my brand new Bentley

Doing above 50 fin' to get another mill' tickets

I ain't bein' funny I don't see the competition

Since a youngin' get the money all I ever comprehended

Business hall ass ball 'til you fall yeah

Y'all sit on y'all ass, now I see why y'all mad

I'm leaving y'all ass, I ain't seein' y'all ass

Never cross that line put 3 in y'all face

17.5 god damn liar

Country niggas playin' damn near 25

Who gon' pick them up pick up them up first flight

Call Ricky Ross hell yeah high five

Throw them in the trunk and I'll tape them to the fender

Scrapin' off the plate like a niggas eatin' dinner

I'm speedin' shorty you trippin'

If you see the blue lights homie I'm dippin'

Niggas want hood rep the hood back

Shit Joey the don they call me cooked crack

If you look at them wrong you get it pushed back

From rags to riches they never look back

I'm watchin' pelicans fly me and Rick racing Diddy on boats

Throwin' money in the air and you niggas just chumps

New york New York big city of dreams

I'm a hustla baby I'm addicted to cream

I'm talking money, cars, hoes, bitches cop a damn suit let the feds take pictures

88 poles jus me and my niggas

Thank god for that white if you feelin' religious

I grew up on the crime side the New York Times side

Nickel and dimes to survive

Fresh out the can million dollar plan

Tryin' to triple up that weed money nahh I'm sayin'

Precise with the white pirates a job my job to make it hard

Only way up out the hood rap crack or playin' ball

Ain't nobody touchin' the plate if I ain't eatin'

Fuck it hand me 220 on the dash let me see it

Rest in peace Chad Butler, I'll see you when I get there

But for now I'm doin' 90 in a cigarette with bitches

Lookin' back on last year laughin' at the mirror

I'm on TV I look a little clearer

You look a little worried I chill and tryna spend the money in the bag

I'mma crash too many hundreds on the dash

Killa come ride wit me if u nt wit me hide from me

Trilla, Gun Play, Triple C I'm outta here

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I got on my digital dash im going ghetto miles per hour no speed pass like i got my baby momma pregnat as fast

They said that he my daddy

It's good times junior last....than the caddy

Speedin' this time the snitches won't tell

I was MTV when the ball dropped player

Tila in my Tequila before I struck out the 12

Big Apple with apple bottoms the haters can go to hell

Number one on billboards Mr. Rubberband boy

Like a boy-yoing-yoing by smackin my tounge foward that i coudn't afford, Alicia Keys wit the chords

I'm livin' life in the fast lane with no L's or brakes

Why should I care about tomorrow when I'm goonin' today

No insurance on the Chevy but it's ok

Tell them catch me if they can while I'm speedin' away

Ride HOV, I'm sprayin' nitrous so they can't see me

See me I'm POE

Everytime I come around

And I would if I could but I can't slow down

What they need just to give a nigga life

Give him 20 years just to feed a nigga rice

Put me in a hole just to let me see the light

There's some niggas out here free ain't even livin' right

Five star g's my car leased

If you gotta eat put H on the streets

Heroin haven heroin graven

You would think I was a heroin baby

It's a new year, new year, new money

New Louie shoes but they cost a few hundred

Left the tip case still bought them new Tommy's

Got more scrilla for niggas with new drama

Young Money hookin' up wit Ross

Top way back left foot up out the Porsche

right foot flat, I'm good up in the Porsche

Ohh there goes sherif tryin' to pull up on the Porsche

But I burn that cop on my way to Opa-Locka

Brisco holla back I'll be at out matta fact

Like I left somethin soon as I left somethin

Told me go to diamonds and just go and Weezy F somethin'

Ferrari F1 Lamborghini test run

Call me weather man I make it rain and my chest sunny

Got ya honey I don't give a damn about the raps honey

Cash Money, Young Money never ever less money

All we do is get money all we do is bet money

All we do is let money, go and get money

Now that's money Young *WEEZZZZZZYYYYYY* Baby

Thanks to ChantelD for these lyrics

Thanks to bahadar gill for correcting these lyrics