FAST TRACK

My life (My life) Life (Life) Let's Make It Aye My lifestyle is fast track See a bitch and I'm finna mack Get her home and then break her back If it's good, I'm coming back Las Vegas. Let's hit the track Night time. It's finna crack Casino. We shooting craps Lost racks, but I'll get 'em back We stay on the plane. Ain't no telling where we going (Ain't no telling) She like everybody. Ain't no telling who she blowing (Ain't no telling) We drink everything. Ain't no telling what we pouring (Nah, ain't no telling) They smoke everything. Ain't no telling what they rolling (Nah, ain't no telling) Rolling, rolling. All my niggas rolling Big chains, big rings. All my niggas holding Going, going. Yeah, these bitches going You can't get her once I hit her. Yeah, my dick is golden My new chick is Italian. Met her on an island She swallowed all my kids (Damn) Damn, she so childish She say I'm the flyest. On the scene I be wilding Who am I? LMI. Damn, I be styling Bring your girl around me. Don't do that 'cause ima get her I'm a monster with these women. When I see 'em, I just pick her Once I pick her, then I sick her Sick her, then I dick her Dick her, then I trick her Into getting me richer. Now, my bank account getting greener You ain't know? Ima schemer I'm so unemployed. Still, riding around in this Beamer They fresh, but I'm cleaner. My life a movie. A screener In the club, we don't make it rain. We Hurricane Katrina (Let's Make It) Pick it up off the flo' hoe That ain't shit. I got mo' hoe At the crib, I got mo' hoe In the bank I got mo' hoe (Look) I got money to blow hoe But, I ain't tricking no dough hoe This foreign whip is a 4 door These women snapping my photo Now, pick it up off the flo' hoe Mm That ain't shit. I got mo' hoe Mm At the crib, I got mo' hoe Mm In the bank, I got mo' hoe. Look I got money to blow hoe, but I ain't tricking no dough hoe This foreign whip is a 4 door These women snapping my photo My lifestyle is fast track See a bitch and I'm finna mack Get her home and then break her back If it's good, I'm coming back (I'll be back) Yo, this bitch just chose me. I know you wonder why 'Cause I'm fresh as f*ck in jogging pants. I ain't gotta try We in the club official Them dubs official Them hundreds official Girls love The Officials Look, we ain't even started yet Tomorrow, we coming back I ain't even throwing shit, but my homies throwing racks Now, pick it up off the flo' hoe That ain't shit. We got mo' hoe At the crib, we got mo' hoe In the bank we got mo' hoe look We got money to blow hoe But, we ain't tricking no dough hoe (No no) We pulled up in a Benzo. Girls tryna jump through the window Let's Make It Aye, I said (What you say) We pulled up in a Benzo. Girls tryna jump through the window Let's Make It I said Make it