God Speed

[Intro: DJ Skee] When you hear that sound, you already know what time it is I Only Drop classics and we back again with another one The duo you love to hate Live from Los Angeles The Game, I am (DJ SKEE) [Verse 1: The Game] I just want y'all to understand what I'm about to do Keep it gangsta in this Louis Vuitton designer suit In front of club Liv stuntin' in that Masi coupe Then we're gonna check Chyna see what King of Diamonds do Pass the kush to A.R. when I recline the roof That nigga get down for me like I'm 'bout to shoot Tell em' its Money Gang my nigga Sonic real And Kid Red be running trains like a monorail Introduce you to my team niggas you need to know We popping spades the bottles look like C3PO Blowing that loud security telling us to keep it low But when you pay me for a walk through This is what you need to know We smoking all night Kev got a handle for me And tell the owner that 12 bottles is mandatory And we gon' need a few Cirocs and them Gooses too Same go for Greenhouse and Dreams down in Houston too Watching Malaya eating shrimp while I throw these ones Jas drunk as fuck cause every time I look he show his gun Every time we at the strip club he got the coldest one Surrounded by killas cause J-Prince know his son And I'm aight with that cause Rap-A-Lot my fam And every time J ask me can I dot dot? Yeah I can Cause he been looking out for me before the Drake co-sign, And I was there when him and Tune heard that Drake was gon' sign But look at Drake now every time that I need something He do it and say "Game holla if you need something" And thats loyalty in an industry thats full of snakes When niggas send a bottle to your table just to show they face And bitches standing looking pretty just to get a glass of Ace Most of these hoes dumb and ain't nothing but an ass and face But if you are the ones thats lucky enough to stand up on this couch Make sure as soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out I hate you fake hoes I swear I hate you fake hoes Your fake ass, your fake nose, you never gon' be J-Lo Nicki put you on that Mike Kors got you thinking That you on the right course to fuck the nigga in that white Porsche But I got news for you, got a wifey and three kids at home And I can't even start to count how many times we've been to Rome My oldest kid is 10 and some my youngest got his tennis on And you ain't never seen a 4 year old swaggin in his Foams Now they wanna be him cause he rocking colosseums Used to rock it for the fiends now he rock with Europeans All out in Dublin with them green bottles bubbling Twins I call doublemint, they calling me by my government I swear to god that I'm loving it I'm on the beach with Miss Dominican Republic Even she surprised that she sucking it But don't be surprised that I'm fucking Never cuffing, always puffin', these bitches know who they fucking with I'm the fucking shit, handsome ass nigga Fuck with me I'll fuck with her you gonna need ransom cash nigga Now cancel that nigga like my Black Berry service Don't believe none of you niggas till them plaques start servicing Niggas get nervous when we hop out them Suburbans Get to tying red rags around our head like they turbans After niggas murk em', I'm behind the Phantoms curtains Headed to Greystone, my alibi is this Persian Her alibi is this Asian, I call that a persuasion From Hollywood lock up to yelling out bring the spades in Dumb bitch right here wanna know why the bottle green I'm something like them golf niggas, I done seen a lot of green 640 Mil bout to play the lottery A rich nigga can't win twice? Don't lie to me Cause I'm Donald Trumpin' Feds trying to eye on me Ain't no limit in spending this money I'm bout it bout it P I'm who these new rappers trying to be Every new nigga that say 'five' becomes a prodigy And you should honor me. Hang my jersey up? Sure! We got a situation, nigga Jersey shore Know I'm bout my occupation, know I'm bout fucking these hoes Know I rock them Louboutins and smoke till its stuck on my clothes And I got your girl in her comfortable clothes I'm bout to tickle her with what's right up under my nose Its money gang bitch, now watch my company blow And go from a hot logo to something you know I'm in the Maserati, Jordans punching the floor And you can act like you don't nigga, but... [Ending Verse: Mele] Either I'm going too fast or doing too much, shut it down all the time when I'm in the club OoOOoOOo, oOooOOo Yeah I'm always in the zone chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on yeah I'm gonna do it, shut it down Yeah I'm going too fast, so fast....