Fast Lane

Bitches can't catch up we whippin in the fast lane
Stackin all this money, hadda go and cop a chain
Got them diamonds (Wet)
Can't drown, no plain jane
Eyes low, cops jock, I smell like Mary Jane
Always climbing to the top, bitch I can't settle down
Y'all frownin on me cause I came back better now
Y'all niggas be switching like some letters now
Gotta quit thinking about all them bitches how

Back n better, come and collect my cheddar
Need a brella, and a sweater, for this world
Cause it's cold, like the weather
Keep on going, never know where you'll end up
Life's a bitch so I hadda keep my head up
Life's a bitch, so I hadda get my bread up
And I'm dressed, gucci down, to the head toe
Money, money coming in til the feds know
Bitch, better listen when I say so

Bitch better listen when I say so
When it come to the money, hold the draco
Talking shit finna turn your ass to John Doe
Fucked your bitch, guts mushy like some play dough

Bitches can't catch up we whippin in the fast lane
Stackin all this money, hadda go and cop a chain
Got them diamonds (Wet)
Can't drown, no plain jane
Eyes low, cops jock, I smell like Mary Jane
Always climbing to the top, bitch I can't settle down
Yall frownin on me cause I came back better now
Yall niggas be switching like some letters now
Gotta quit thinking about all them bitches how

Gotta quit, stop, see you want my wrist watch
Got them big knots, sticky like some damn scotch
Hopscotch, on the beat, watch me lift off
Crossed up, hotsauce with the wrists, ah
Off guard, rock hard, with the shits, uh
Big boss, big moves, feel like Rick Ross
Cross me, one time, you'll get hit off
Cross me, two times, then I'll lift off

Bitches can't catch up we whippin in the fast lane
Stackin all this money, hadda go and cop a chain
Got them diamonds (Wet)
Can't drown, no plain jane
Eyes low, cops jock, I smell like Mary Jane
(Jane)



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Writer(s): Ruben Campuzano
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