"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
Richer than the richest (yeah)
More money, bitches
Coming to you live from
The city of HoustAtlantaVegas
So what it do, young nigga?
One hundred
I am on a 24 hour champagne diet
Spillin' while I'm sippin', I encourage you to try it
I'm probably just sayin' that 'cause I don't have to buy it
The club owner supply it, boy, I'm on that fly shit
I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be
Guess what? I made it, I'm the motherfuckin' man, I just want you to see
Come take a look, get a load of this nigga, quit frontin' on me
Don't come around and try to gas me up, I like runnin' on E
I-I-I, I'm on my Disney shit, Goofy flow
On records, I'm Captain Hook and my new car is Rufio
Damn, where my roof just go? I'm somebody that you should know
Get to shakin' something 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for
Yes, I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for
Like leaving girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes
I'm losing my thoughts, I said damn, where my roof just go?
Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl, I got 'em
They can't help it and I can't blame 'em
Since I got famous, bitch, I got money to blow
Gettin' it in, lettin' these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
Richer than the Riches, we certified gettin' it
CM YM Cash Money business
Higher than the ceiling, fly like a bird
Hit the Gucci store and later get served
We smoked out, with no roof on it
Them people passin' so we smash on em'
Bindin out we keep the cash on deck
Lamborghini and them Bentleys on the v-set
Loui lense iced up with the black diamonds
Cardier, Ferarri the new Spyder
No lie, I'm higher than I ever been
Born rich, born uptown, born to win
Fully loaded, automatic 6 Benz
Candy paint, foreign lights but my bitch in
Born hustlin', too big nigga to size me up
Kept stuntin', more money, burn it up
They can't help it
And I can't blame em'
Since I got famous
Bitch I got money to blow
Gettin' it in,
letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
Well I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power
Come to VIP and get a champagne shower
I don't have to worry cause everything ours
And I got a big bauecet of mary jane's flowers
That Kush, I promise thats my boo boo we don't smoke that Reggie Bush
And I'm with two women make you take a second look
We poppin like champagne bottles but we never shook
And we gone be alright if we put Drake on every hook
They can't help it
And I can't blame em'
Since I got famous
Bitch I got money to blow
Gettin' it in,
letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
More money, bitches
Coming to you live from
The city of HoustAtlantaVegas
So what it do, young nigga?
One hundred
I am on a 24 hour champagne diet
Spillin' while I'm sippin', I encourage you to try it
I'm probably just sayin' that 'cause I don't have to buy it
The club owner supply it, boy, I'm on that fly shit
I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be
Guess what? I made it, I'm the motherfuckin' man, I just want you to see
Come take a look, get a load of this nigga, quit frontin' on me
Don't come around and try to gas me up, I like runnin' on E
I-I-I, I'm on my Disney shit, Goofy flow
On records, I'm Captain Hook and my new car is Rufio
Damn, where my roof just go? I'm somebody that you should know
Get to shakin' something 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for
Yes, I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for
Like leaving girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes
I'm losing my thoughts, I said damn, where my roof just go?
Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl, I got 'em
They can't help it and I can't blame 'em
Since I got famous, bitch, I got money to blow
Gettin' it in, lettin' these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
Richer than the Riches, we certified gettin' it
CM YM Cash Money business
Higher than the ceiling, fly like a bird
Hit the Gucci store and later get served
We smoked out, with no roof on it
Them people passin' so we smash on em'
Bindin out we keep the cash on deck
Lamborghini and them Bentleys on the v-set
Loui lense iced up with the black diamonds
Cardier, Ferarri the new Spyder
No lie, I'm higher than I ever been
Born rich, born uptown, born to win
Fully loaded, automatic 6 Benz
Candy paint, foreign lights but my bitch in
Born hustlin', too big nigga to size me up
Kept stuntin', more money, burn it up
They can't help it
And I can't blame em'
Since I got famous
Bitch I got money to blow
Gettin' it in,
letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
Well I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power
Come to VIP and get a champagne shower
I don't have to worry cause everything ours
And I got a big bauecet of mary jane's flowers
That Kush, I promise thats my boo boo we don't smoke that Reggie Bush
And I'm with two women make you take a second look
We poppin like champagne bottles but we never shook
And we gone be alright if we put Drake on every hook
They can't help it
And I can't blame em'
Since I got famous
Bitch I got money to blow
Gettin' it in,
letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
I got money to blow-ow-ow-ow
Lyrics submitted by burningexample
Money to Blow Lyrics as written by Christopher Gholson Dwayne Carter
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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