Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Ay, I'm on the case gettin' sideways Dolla fo' five on the highway You know a nigga state to state On a dolo mission I got a date with the cake Prolly touch down when the sun come in Ay, when them guards hit the gate I be tired as fuck after that 8-hour race I come from the land where we swing our cars Call it paid, super-charged Back to back race the Benz with the four door Porsche I'm tearin' up tires in this luxury Hella smoke says she wanna fuck with me Money on my mind ain't nothin' for free Tryna keep up with me but it's nothin' to me
I'm on the gas goin' loco Think you fly, shit I'm flyer like a promo Used to throw bomb call me romo The whip coming me with the horses like polo Big ballin' on your team we like 50 up (yeah) Tell your coach call time out Thought your shit was on point Till I bought mines out (yeah) Tryna play me dirty pull the broom on a nigga Street sweepers squad banging like 6 speakers Pull a bitch here's 3 pairs like 6 sneakers Niggas smashin' like crunch time Jersey niggas gettin' lost in my punch line (where you at) Don't know what come faster my bitches or money (what!!!)
Beat this fuckin' beat up till I hear something excruciatin' Model bitches choose me lately I'm be passin' on em in the whip, I'm going like 180 I be smashin' on em (hey, slow down) They scream for my team, mayne they all go wild Comin' straight out of the bay, where it all goes down Mayne that sucker shit is dead fuck all those clowns I'm with Carson and caz and a truck full of broads and some cash Tell em slow down like they trynna be last It's all on a bitch they think I'm trynna be last Young G, I'm countin' money in class I'm addicted to somethin' Don't play like we in detention or somethin'