| Legendary, Runners, you know me
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Trilla
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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| Every dollar that I count can’t go in my account
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| My accountant can’t count up all my money in a hour
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| Cause it’s comin' too fast and I’m scared it won’t last
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| Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her last dance
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| Goddamn, speedin' got my heart racin'
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| I don’t have the nominations you could blame that on my occupation
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| Ceasar salad, Ceasar’s Palace
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| You’re not a boss little ni*ga 'cause your cheese is average
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| In the Benz, AK, ridin' shotgun
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| It’s a Benz cause you’re broke til you got one
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| It ain’t nothin' doin' 100 in the Maybach
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| Throwin' money out the roof motherf*ck the brake pads
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| Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
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| Speedin', I’m speedin'
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| I can’t stop, it’s all I know
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| From a youngin' I was taught get doe
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| I’m speedin', speedin', I’m speedin'
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| These people came lookin' for me, sh*t I got ghosts
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| See the West Coast close up in the Montrose
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| Big money, boss major
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| American Idol, I got fans like Fantasia
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| Read between the lines or yo' *ss like Fantasia
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| Get hit between the eyes, he died, they can’t save him
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| In a Porsche, I’m weavin'
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| No dough, but I’m speedin'
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| I’m starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind
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| I’m the best and these pu*sy ni*gas runnin' out of time
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| Ricky Ross, I’m the chill, quarter mill for the timepiece
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| Yeah, I bought a wheels like deals with the dime beats
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| Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
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| Speedin', I’m speedin'
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| I can’t stop, it’s all I know
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| From a youngin' I was taught get doe
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| I’m speedin', speedin', I’m speedin'
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| Sittin' in the livin' room, watchin' The Grammys
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| Wishin' that was me that was on The Grammys
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| All I needed was someone to get behind me
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| Money rain on me!
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| I was a determined ill ni*ger, dirty shoes and Hilfiger
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| Homie helped me out 'cause his boy was a drug dealer
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| Now I’m flyin' high cause my gifts grew wings
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| And now I’m flyin' down like the coupe grew wings
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| Kells and Ross on the Hollywood scene
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| Red carpet and we smellin' like green
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| Now I floss cause I got paid off
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| Collabo was the Hip Hop and R&B boss, oh!
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| Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
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| Speedin', I’m speedin'
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| I can’t stop, it’s all I know
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| From a youngin' I was taught get doe
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| I’m speedin', I’m speedin', I’m speedin'
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| E-Class, I think somebody followin' me
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| Meet me at the helipad, Mickey Beach
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| I’m worth fifteen million baby
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| I’m tryin' to blow it all in one week!
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| F*ckin' wit you, Triple C’s, it’s the Boss
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| (I'm speedin I’m speedin')
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| I’m a fly away on you haters
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| I done came up so fast
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| Movies, endorsements, films
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| (I'm speedin I’m speedin')
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| We own things, Boss!
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| Legendary, Runners, you know me
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Trilla
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |