Fast Cars Faster Women (feat. Daz)

[Featuring: Daz Dillinger] Lately I've been, thinkin' bout GT 3's - chrome rims South Beach in the middle of the street - not parked They trippin' I'll accept them the penny tee's when I gett 'em If the papers weren't so thick I'd probably roll a join in the middle of em Fool, letting no spitta just incline and go and get it We all like the new benz, I just got mine a lil bit quicker A glimpse into this jet living, that's fast cars, faster women I woulda been mega pimpin' I ain't had the time to put in it Though I still make official, minus the stripes and the whistle That's cold-game delivered direct TV, Sunday tickets Suckers can't be down so they just be mad with us We don't drink or smoke our hash with them ass kissers You gotta be your own man 'fore I ever call you miss, and They gon' have to call me billionaire jet this year Still on my hustle, bitches still love me Big black chevy motor running you can hear em comin Eh focus on money, keep the numbers doubling If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about, ain't about Still on my hustle, bitches still love me Big black chevy motor running you can hear em comin Eh focus on money, keep the numbers doubling If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing I begin my day off with a half Now collecting all the cash Bust you in your damn now Million pows of agitation Show me all your registration Bill niggas I'll be impatient Clutching no hesitation I rose up, I shake the crowd with my presence Bitches šcream my name, you tell your nigga yeah I said it Run and tell the message, motherfuckers keep up gossip You see more money, more power You tell me how you nigga sorry The second they call it, I stay on it, never fall in love Still a woss, yeah you sink if your heart is stole You played the cards, point seen, money lost, Taken off in a jet like till you quit the CA in the next life See your forever paid, roll the gazelle shades I got it made, cloud smoke you know my nigga day So that's the model that I live by Primal seeking all that emo in the eve wine Scared of my hustle, bitch still love me Black chevy motor running you can hand cuff me, Yeah folks Sell money, keeping numbers doubling If it ain't about the mouse, then it ain't about nothing