Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Speedin' , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Speedin' |
| Legendary, Runners, you know me |
| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Trilla |
| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |
| Every dollar that I count can’t go in my account |
| My accountant can’t count up all my money in a hour |
| Cause it’s comin' too fast and I’m scared it won’t last |
| Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her last dance |
| Goddamn, speedin' got my heart racin' |
| I don’t have the nominations you could blame that on my occupation |
| Ceasar salad, Ceasar’s Palace |
| You’re not a boss little ni*ga 'cause your cheese is average |
| In the Benz, AK, ridin' shotgun |
| It’s a Benz cause you’re broke til you got one |
| It ain’t nothin' doin' 100 in the Maybach |
| Throwin' money out the roof motherf*ck the brake pads |
| Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs |
| Speedin', I’m speedin' |
| I can’t stop, it’s all I know |
| From a youngin' I was taught get doe |
| I’m speedin', speedin', I’m speedin' |
| These people came lookin' for me, sh*t I got ghosts |
| See the West Coast close up in the Montrose |
| Big money, boss major |
| American Idol, I got fans like Fantasia |
| Read between the lines or yo' *ss like Fantasia |
| Get hit between the eyes, he died, they can’t save him |
| In a Porsche, I’m weavin' |
| No dough, but I’m speedin' |
| I’m starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind |
| I’m the best and these pu*sy ni*gas runnin' out of time |
| Ricky Ross, I’m the chill, quarter mill for the timepiece |
| Yeah, I bought a wheels like deals with the dime beats |
| Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs |
| Speedin', I’m speedin' |
| I can’t stop, it’s all I know |
| From a youngin' I was taught get doe |
| I’m speedin', speedin', I’m speedin' |
| Sittin' in the livin' room, watchin' The Grammys |
| Wishin' that was me that was on The Grammys |
| All I needed was someone to get behind me |
| Money rain on me! |
| I was a determined ill ni*ger, dirty shoes and Hilfiger |
| Homie helped me out 'cause his boy was a drug dealer |
| Now I’m flyin' high cause my gifts grew wings |
| And now I’m flyin' down like the coupe grew wings |
| Kells and Ross on the Hollywood scene |
| Red carpet and we smellin' like green |
| Now I floss cause I got paid off |
| Collabo was the Hip Hop and R&B boss, oh! |
| Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs |
| Speedin', I’m speedin' |
| I can’t stop, it’s all I know |
| From a youngin' I was taught get doe |
| I’m speedin', I’m speedin', I’m speedin' |
| E-Class, I think somebody followin' me |
| Meet me at the helipad, Mickey Beach |
| I’m worth fifteen million baby |
| I’m tryin' to blow it all in one week! |
| F*ckin' wit you, Triple C’s, it’s the Boss |
| (I'm speedin I’m speedin') |
| I’m a fly away on you haters |
| I done came up so fast |
| Movies, endorsements, films |
| (I'm speedin I’m speedin') |
| We own things, Boss! |
| Legendary, Runners, you know me |
| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Trilla |
| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |