Fuel

I need fuel, like I'm goin', uh, uh, away
I need money, like I'm goin', on, on, vacay
I need time, like I'm slowin', do-do-do-down
Nobody, can hol' me back, nah, nah, nah, now

I need fuel, like I'm goin', uh, uh, away
I need money, like I'm goin', on, on, vacay
I need time, like I'm slowin', do-do-do-down
Nobody, can hol' me back, nah, nah, nah, now

When you're risin' to the top, makin' money, you don't stop
Can you feel the bass just drop? Hit that girl in her G spot
I flex diamonds on my wrist, spend some money on that bitch
Then you go and cash a check, play that shit, just play it back

(Uh)

Move it back, play it back, Blu-ray player
Hundred man down, that's a bad move, niggah
Made ten bills, I'mma fuckin' drug dealer
Niggah, try me, that's a dead-ass niggah

Poppin' these pills like I see Godzilla
Bullets in the head like a Walking Dead thriller
Nigga just bought me a brand new cheetah
Got a long dick, said, you call me Big Peter

I will not reenlist for this, not talk about being a little pacifist
Look at my Christmas wishlist, put my tracks, on your playlist
Got a dragon named "Toothless", fucked a bitch and her two friends
Checked the Russian off the checklist, passed her off and said, class dismissed

I need fuel, like I'm goin', uh, uh, away
I need money, like I'm goin', on, on, vacay
I need time, like I'm slowin', do-do-do-down
Nobody, can hol' me back, nah, nah, nah, now

I need fuel, like I'm goin', uh, uh, away
I need money, like I'm goin', on, on, vacay
I need time, like I'm slowin', do-do-do-down
Nobody, can hol' me back, nah, nah, nah, now

When you're risin' to the top, makin' money, you don't stop
Can you feel the bass just drop? Hit that girl in her G spot
I flex diamonds on my wrist, spend some money on that bitch
Then you go and cash a check, play that shit, just play it back

When you're risin' to the top, makin' money, you don't stop
Can you feel the bass just drop? Hit that girl in her G spot
I flex diamonds on my wrist, spend some money on that bitch
Then you go and cash a check, play that shit, just play it back

Blessing, Rick, Quese, and Ed, do it for my brothers cause you know I'm makin' bread
45 mil to the check for the bills, only got time for my ride or dies
If your tryna ride or die, wear the JBL's, go to JBLM and no sense in tellin'
We makin' moves, we mobbin', my niggas, stay cool on ten

I need fuel, like I'm goin', uh, uh, away
I need money, like I'm goin', on, on, vacay
I need time, like I'm slowin', do-do-do-down
Nobody, can hol' me back, nah, nah, nah, now

When you're risin' to the top, makin' money, you don't stop
Can you feel the bass just drop? Hit that girl in her G spot
I flex diamonds on my wrist, spend some money on that bitch
Then you go and cash a check, play that shit, just play it back



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Writer(s): Anthony Pursel
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