Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fast Cars Faster Women, artist - Curren$y.
Date of issue: 31.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
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 |