Fast Life

[Chorus] Got me living that fast life I think a nigga need to slow it down Stack my paper get in and out Niggas know what I am talking about, yeah [Verse One] Oh, might take your golds Oh, might take your shit Leave me your dope and your girl Might pimp on that bitch Got a tech and I'm sprayin Look man, huh, I'm just sayin Cause I'm smiling and bustin Y'all bitches think that I'm playin From the home of the trill Cadillac and wood wheel Bodies dropping when I'm p--p-poppin up in your grill Give a shit how you feel Bitch I'm cockin to buck We could fight or just bust off these slugs I could give a fuck, yeah!! [Chorus] [Verse Two] High gone off that dro Bitch nigga what you know So sick of being po' and tired Then tired then po' So get on flo' Hoe, give me your dough Oh catch the b-blow From this uh forty-fo' Me I be so tr-trill In this C-Coupe Deville Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill Before I g-g-get killed Boys snortin them hills Girls poppin them pills Trying to buy some la-love In this world through dollar bills, yeah!! [Chorus] [Bridge: repeat 2X] Vibe to the beat Bust a swisha sweet Fill it up with dro Nigga you know What's about to take place in this smoked out atmosphere [David Banner] All my real niggas sing it loud Smoke, smoke on Get your swisha sweets nigga and Smoke on, smoke on [Chorus]