Livin' In the Fast Lane

Ah baby
In the fast lane
Ain't nothin' movin' slow
Always on the go
In the fast lane
Check me out
Runnin' the streets
Playin' ya game
Everybody knows ya face
Respects ya name
There's an art to the way
you make ya cash
But you gotta be smart
to make it last
Talk about fly girls
and four door cars
And runnin' up bills
in high class bars
It goes with the job
It's part of the date
If you choose
to live your life that way
In the fast lane, come on!
Money
Cash money
Money
Cash money
You're a fly kid
livin' high on the hog
Got a lot of money, ain't got no job
Your daddy's rich
Your momma's good lookin'
Got a live-in maid to do all the cookin'
Poverty never on your mind
Cause you can spend 500 at the drop of a dime
Watch da young ladies that say they're true
Cause they'll play you for a sucker and jerk you, too
Just take a look at your friends, don't be a dummy
Cause all they want is your money
You always gotta watch the things you do
Cause everyone's got their eyes on you
You're in the spotlight, your life is a show
But there's one thing that I'd like to know
When it's all gone, where ya gonna be?
Cause you're out of touch with reality
Livin' in the fast lane
Money
Cold cold cash
Talkin' bout
Money
Cold cold cash
Cash money
Give a hit y'all
Forget about a nickel, give me a dime
What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine
Like, easy come easy go
If I don't get my cash go flow
I made my cold cash in the fast fast lane
And if I lose it baby then I'm to blame
Don Perione, Filet minon,
Lovin' the afternoon, da babydoll
If you could buy, I know you'd try,
a condo on the moon
Movin' fast, movin' fast,
movin' fast, movin'
In the fast lane
Movin' fast, movin' fast
movin' fast, movin'



Credits
Writer(s): Cheryl Cook, Joey Robinson Jr., Guy O'brien
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