Fast Track (Radio Edit)

My life (My life)
Life (Life)
Let's Make It

Aye
My lifestyle is fast track
See a bitch and I'm finna mack
Get her home and then break her back
If it's good, I'm coming back
Las Vegas. Let's hit the track
Night time. It's finna crack
Casino. We shooting craps
Lost racks, but I'll get 'em back
We stay on the plane. Ain't no telling where we going (Ain't no telling)
She like everybody. Ain't no telling who she blowing (Ain't no telling)
We drink everything. Ain't no telling what we pouring (Nah, ain't no telling)
They smoke everything. Ain't no telling what they rolling (Nah, ain't no telling)
Rolling, rolling. All my niggas rolling
Big chains, big rings. All my niggas holding
Going, going. Yeah, these bitches going
You can't get her once I hit her. Yeah, my dick is golden
My new chick is Italian. Met her on an island
She swallowed all my kids (Damn)
Damn, she so childish
She say I'm the flyest. On the scene I be wilding
Who am I? LMI. Damn, I be styling
Bring your girl around me. Don't do that 'cause ima get her
I'm a monster with these women. When I see 'em, I just pick her
Once I pick her, then I sick her
Sick her, then I dick her
Dick her, then I trick her
Into getting me richer. Now, my bank account getting greener
You ain't know? Ima schemer
I'm so unemployed. Still, riding around in this Beamer
They fresh, but I'm cleaner. My life a movie. A screener
In the club, we don't make it rain. We Hurricane Katrina (Let's Make It)

Pick it up off the flo' hoe
That ain't shit. I got mo' hoe
At the crib, I got mo' hoe
In the bank I got mo' hoe (Look)
I got money to blow hoe
But, I ain't tricking no dough hoe
This foreign whip is a 4 door
These women snapping my photo
Now, pick it up off the flo' hoe Mm
That ain't shit. I got mo' hoe Mm
At the crib, I got mo' hoe Mm
In the bank, I got mo' hoe. Look
I got money to blow hoe, but I ain't tricking no dough hoe
This foreign whip is a 4 door
These women snapping my photo

My lifestyle is fast track
See a bitch and I'm finna mack
Get her home and then break her back
If it's good, I'm coming back (I'll be back)
Yo, this bitch just chose me. I know you wonder why
'Cause I'm fresh as fuck in jogging pants. I ain't gotta try
We in the club official
Them dubs official
Them hundreds official
Girls love The Officials
Look, we ain't even started yet
Tomorrow, we coming back
I ain't even throwing shit, but my homies throwing racks

Now, pick it up off the flo' hoe
That ain't shit. We got mo' hoe
At the crib, we got mo' hoe
In the bank we got mo' hoe look
We got money to blow hoe
But, we ain't tricking no dough hoe (No no)
We pulled up in a Benzo. Girls tryna jump through the window
Let's Make It
Aye, I said (What you say)
We pulled up in a Benzo. Girls tryna jump through the window
Let's Make It
I said
Make it