Livin' Fast
Yeah
Flex money
Huh
Living fast
We living fast
Tryna chase a bag
Tryna chase a bag
Yeah we living fast
Tryna chase a bag
I'ma run it up, I'ma get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin Fast
Ridin Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
I'ma run it up, I'm a get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin Fast
Ridin Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
Fuck a broke bitch,
She know we get cash
Only thing you got is a big ass
Where your mind at
Where your chips at
You never had shit, your pockets been flat
Where I been at
Fuck the chit chat
If you a cutting a check, cut the conversation
My time is money
I ain't got the patience
Ain't no cupcakin' without Ben Franklin
Only fuck with blue faces I'm racist
I lost it all, I had to get back to the basics
Sometimes I feel 'like I'm stuck in the matrix
Running from the pale face, hiding my traces
They wanna kill us or see us in cages
So I'm low key with my bitch counting money, watching shameless
My hustle smooth like a finger roll finish at the rim
Trying to stack another dollar every time the world spin
I'ma run it up, I'ma get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin Fast
Ridin Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
I'ma run it up, I'm a get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin Fast
Ridin Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
Crack the sunroof, We're on leather seats
We on cloud nine feeling heavenly
All business talk, nothing sexually
But I know that she wanna make a mess on me
I'ma scoop you up, and get to the cheese
Ain't no I in team, we need communication
When times get rough, I need your dedication
A lil separation, for the elevation
Lil mama a go getter, she gettin' paper
She pay her own bills, she don't ask for favors
She got a few niggas, she a lil player
But it's all business when she with me tho
All her friends think we really creeping on the low
Really tho, we just tryna get some doe
She pass me the cash, like a give and go
I can hit if I wanna but we really close
All her friends think we really creeping on the low
Really tho, we just tryna get some doe
I'ma run it up, I'ma get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin Fast
Riding Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
I'ma run it up, I'm a get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin' Fast
Riding Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
Flex money
Huh
Living fast
We living fast
Tryna chase a bag
Tryna chase a bag
Yeah we living fast
Tryna chase a bag
I'ma run it up, I'ma get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin Fast
Ridin Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
I'ma run it up, I'm a get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin Fast
Ridin Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
Fuck a broke bitch,
She know we get cash
Only thing you got is a big ass
Where your mind at
Where your chips at
You never had shit, your pockets been flat
Where I been at
Fuck the chit chat
If you a cutting a check, cut the conversation
My time is money
I ain't got the patience
Ain't no cupcakin' without Ben Franklin
Only fuck with blue faces I'm racist
I lost it all, I had to get back to the basics
Sometimes I feel 'like I'm stuck in the matrix
Running from the pale face, hiding my traces
They wanna kill us or see us in cages
So I'm low key with my bitch counting money, watching shameless
My hustle smooth like a finger roll finish at the rim
Trying to stack another dollar every time the world spin
I'ma run it up, I'ma get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin Fast
Ridin Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
I'ma run it up, I'm a get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin Fast
Ridin Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
Crack the sunroof, We're on leather seats
We on cloud nine feeling heavenly
All business talk, nothing sexually
But I know that she wanna make a mess on me
I'ma scoop you up, and get to the cheese
Ain't no I in team, we need communication
When times get rough, I need your dedication
A lil separation, for the elevation
Lil mama a go getter, she gettin' paper
She pay her own bills, she don't ask for favors
She got a few niggas, she a lil player
But it's all business when she with me tho
All her friends think we really creeping on the low
Really tho, we just tryna get some doe
She pass me the cash, like a give and go
I can hit if I wanna but we really close
All her friends think we really creeping on the low
Really tho, we just tryna get some doe
I'ma run it up, I'ma get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin Fast
Riding Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
I'ma run it up, I'm a get the bag
I need to slow down because I'm Livin' Fast
Riding Around town, behind tinted glass
Life's a Marathon, Hoping that I Last
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Writer(s): Matthew Wright
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