Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fast Cars Faster Women, artist - Curren$y. Date of issue: 04.06.2012
Song language: English
Fast Cars Faster Women |
| 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 |