What'cha paper like? What'cha paper like? What'cha paper like?
I can show you what my paper like.
Money first, face cars, out come the chicks of they panties and bras.
Come on, I said come on.
I do this for my go getters
To my O flippers
All my rose Mo' sippers
Tell the Feds to take mo pictures
I smile for the camera
My niggas hold keys like janitors
Throw D's on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela?s
Spend the hold day tryin' to take all my stamina
Never that still got more for Tamera
Future sex game no amateur I cum clean
J Rule damage the scene
The coupe got a mind of its own like Christine
Murderin' the block
Half past grindin' motherfucker be the time on the watch
What you wanna do wit me
King Carter flow untouchable if you don't believe then homie you sniff me
The scent still trapped in my clothes and I just came from over the stove
So what you wanna spend?
What you paper bout, throw them G's up
Show ur watch off, roll ur sleeve up
New plates on it, hold them keys up
We buy the bar out, baby drink up
This the lime light, it's the car show
She wanna joy ride, see how fast the car go
Hot summer days, long Vegas nights
We bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life.
Word on the street girlfriend he stingy
Yeah rare like a Da Vinci
Columns to the ceiling I'm dreamin' somebody pinch me
My presence is an event the party don't start until they let us in
That's right ladies and gents coke money turn rap money give it an rinse
Next come the spin cycle the rims on that Benz get more spin than Michael
I leave them hoes with an eye-ful
Malice be the truth like the bi-ble
To the red bottom soles
All they do is stare like I'm in a fish bowl
Mad dragon I got the glow
I'm covered in waste I got to go.
Money first, face cars,
out come the chicks of they panties and bras.
Come on, I said come on
I 3D it, if I say it, you can see it
No red and blue lenses needed
The red white and blues in the chains make you pledge allegiance
These 16's is undefeated now crown me
It's the almighty duo
You know critically acclaimed movin' weight like a sumo
On my ditty bop play clothes knitted top
Clipse 3, tight until the casket drop.
And the boy got swagger
Hop in the rolling stone, I'm Mick Jagger
Don't wanna pick up the chrome, but might have to
Anyone think they gonna dethrone the rapper
Next chapter us out in Vegas
Breaking the bank just like we ball players
And we all up in the majors
Pushin' rap to a fault, San Andreas.
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"Fast Life" as written by Renard East Gene Thornton Jr
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