Pull up, fast whip, matte black
Talkin' all that shit, but your pockets lookin' flat
I been stackin' hunnids, yeah, I'm countin' up the racks
New bitch, new city, and I'm never lookin' back
Step left, step right, watch me hit my groove
They be tryna follow, but they don't know what to do
Fast lane livin', I ain't never finna lose
If you in my way, then you better make a move!
Move out the way, lil' bitch, I'm steppin' through
Too clean with the fit, what the f*ck you finna do?
Bad lil' shawty, yeah, she lookin' like a mood
Tryna keep up? You ain't even in the loop
Stackin' up the racks, I ain't ever lookin' back
Talkin' like you bout it, but you really lookin' wack
Whip so fast, yeah, I'm gone in a flash
Boutta f*ck that bitch, boutta hit it from the back
Pull up with a beam, yeah, I'm aiming at his cap
Talkin' like he hard, but he never spinnin' back
I just made a play, now my pockets lookin' fat
Diamonds on my neck, yeah, they dancin' in the black
She said she in love, told that bitch to take it slow
I can't trust a soul, I just get it, then I go
Money on my mind, I ain't worried 'bout a hoe
If it ain't about a bag, what the f*ck you talkin' for?
Walkin' with a limp, 'cause my pockets feelin' heavy
She said I'm the one, told her, 'Girl, you ain't ready'
Shawty hit my line, said she wanna get a taste
Told her bring a friend, we ain't got no time to waste
Step left, step right, watch me hit my groove
They be tryna follow, but they don't know what to do
Fast lane livin', I ain't never finna lose
If you in my way, then you better make a move!
"Bruh, you see dude tryna act hard again?"
"Man, same shit every time. Always talkin', never doin'."
"Swear, like bro, where your money at? Where your moves at?"
"Exactly! Flexin' rentals, flexin' borrowed cash-like c'mon, we know the truth."
"Shit, I ain't even worried. We up, we movin' forward."
"They can keep talkin'."
"Facts."
Move out the way, lil' bitch, I'm steppin' through
Too clean with the fit, what the f*ck you finna do?
Bad lil' shawty, yeah, she lookin' like a mood
Tryna keep up? You ain't even in the loop
Stackin' up the racks, I ain't ever lookin' back
Talkin' like you bout it, but you really lookin' wack
Whip so fast, yeah, I'm gone in a flash
Boutta f*ck that bitch, boutta hit it from the back
Move out the way, lil' bitch, I'm steppin' through
Too clean with the fit, what the f*ck you finna do?
Bad lil' shawty, yeah, she lookin' like a mood
Tryna keep up? You ain't even in the loop
Stackin' up the racks, I ain't ever lookin' back
Talkin' like you bout it, but you really lookin' wack
Whip so fast, yeah, I'm gone in a flash
Boutta f*ck that bitch, boutta hit it from the
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Pull up, fast whip, matte black
Talkin' all that shit, but your pockets lookin' flat
I been stackin' hunnids, yeah, I'm countin' up the racks
New bitch, new city, and I'm never lookin' back
Step left, step right, watch me hit my groove
They be tryna follow, but they don't know what to do
Fast lane livin', I ain't never finna lose
If you in my way, then you better make a move!
Move out the way, lil' bitch, I'm steppin' through
Too clean with the fit, what the f*ck you finna do?
Bad lil' shawty, yeah, she lookin' like a mood
Tryna keep up? You ain't even in the loop
Stackin' up the racks, I ain't ever lookin' back
Talkin' like you bout it, but you really lookin' wack
Whip so fast, yeah, I'm gone in a flash
Boutta f*ck that bitch, boutta hit it from the back
Pull up with a beam, yeah, I'm aiming at his cap
Talkin' like he hard, but he never spinnin' back
I just made a play, now my pockets lookin' fat
Diamonds on my neck, yeah, they dancin' in the black
She said she in love, told that bitch to take it slow
I can't trust a soul, I just get it, then I go
Money on my mind, I ain't worried 'bout a hoe
If it ain't about a bag, what the f*ck you talkin' for?
Walkin' with a limp, 'cause my pockets feelin' heavy
She said I'm the one, told her, 'Girl, you ain't ready'
Shawty hit my line, said she wanna get a taste
Told her bring a friend, we ain't got no time to waste
Step left, step right, watch me hit my groove
They be tryna follow, but they don't know what to do
Fast lane livin', I ain't never finna lose
If you in my way, then you better make a move!
"Bruh, you see dude tryna act hard again?"
"Man, same shit every time. Always talkin', never doin'."
"Swear, like bro, where your money at? Where your moves at?"
"Exactly! Flexin' rentals, flexin' borrowed cash-like c'mon, we know the truth."
"Shit, I ain't even worried. We up, we movin' forward."
"They can keep talkin'."
"Facts."
Move out the way, lil' bitch, I'm steppin' through
Too clean with the fit, what the f*ck you finna do?
Bad lil' shawty, yeah, she lookin' like a mood
Tryna keep up? You ain't even in the loop
Stackin' up the racks, I ain't ever lookin' back
Talkin' like you bout it, but you really lookin' wack
Whip so fast, yeah, I'm gone in a flash
Boutta f*ck that bitch, boutta hit it from the back
Move out the way, lil' bitch, I'm steppin' through
Too clean with the fit, what the f*ck you finna do?
Bad lil' shawty, yeah, she lookin' like a mood
Tryna keep up? You ain't even in the loop
Stackin' up the racks, I ain't ever lookin' back
Talkin' like you bout it, but you really lookin' wack
Whip so fast, yeah, I'm gone in a flash
Boutta f*ck that bitch, boutta hit it from the
Talkin' all that shit, but your pockets lookin' flat
I been stackin' hunnids, yeah, I'm countin' up the racks
New bitch, new city, and I'm never lookin' back
Step left, step right, watch me hit my groove
They be tryna follow, but they don't know what to do
Fast lane livin', I ain't never finna lose
If you in my way, then you better make a move!
Move out the way, lil' bitch, I'm steppin' through
Too clean with the fit, what the f*ck you finna do?
Bad lil' shawty, yeah, she lookin' like a mood
Tryna keep up? You ain't even in the loop
Stackin' up the racks, I ain't ever lookin' back
Talkin' like you bout it, but you really lookin' wack
Whip so fast, yeah, I'm gone in a flash
Boutta f*ck that bitch, boutta hit it from the back
Pull up with a beam, yeah, I'm aiming at his cap
Talkin' like he hard, but he never spinnin' back
I just made a play, now my pockets lookin' fat
Diamonds on my neck, yeah, they dancin' in the black
She said she in love, told that bitch to take it slow
I can't trust a soul, I just get it, then I go
Money on my mind, I ain't worried 'bout a hoe
If it ain't about a bag, what the f*ck you talkin' for?
Walkin' with a limp, 'cause my pockets feelin' heavy
She said I'm the one, told her, 'Girl, you ain't ready'
Shawty hit my line, said she wanna get a taste
Told her bring a friend, we ain't got no time to waste
Step left, step right, watch me hit my groove
They be tryna follow, but they don't know what to do
Fast lane livin', I ain't never finna lose
If you in my way, then you better make a move!
"Bruh, you see dude tryna act hard again?"
"Man, same shit every time. Always talkin', never doin'."
"Swear, like bro, where your money at? Where your moves at?"
"Exactly! Flexin' rentals, flexin' borrowed cash-like c'mon, we know the truth."
"Shit, I ain't even worried. We up, we movin' forward."
"They can keep talkin'."
"Facts."
Move out the way, lil' bitch, I'm steppin' through
Too clean with the fit, what the f*ck you finna do?
Bad lil' shawty, yeah, she lookin' like a mood
Tryna keep up? You ain't even in the loop
Stackin' up the racks, I ain't ever lookin' back
Talkin' like you bout it, but you really lookin' wack
Whip so fast, yeah, I'm gone in a flash
Boutta f*ck that bitch, boutta hit it from the back
Move out the way, lil' bitch, I'm steppin' through
Too clean with the fit, what the f*ck you finna do?
Bad lil' shawty, yeah, she lookin' like a mood
Tryna keep up? You ain't even in the loop
Stackin' up the racks, I ain't ever lookin' back
Talkin' like you bout it, but you really lookin' wack
Whip so fast, yeah, I'm gone in a flash
Boutta f*ck that bitch, boutta hit it from the
Writer: Jesse Jimenez
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