Fast Life Lyrics - Clipse

(Bridge) 

I can show you what my paper like 

Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras 

Come on 

I said come on 

(Pusha T verse 1 

I do hits for my go-getters, to my O flippers 

All my Rose moe sippers, tell the Feds to take more 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 a whole day tryin' to take all my stamina 

Never that still got more for Tamara 

Pusha's sex game no amateur, I come clean 

J Rule damaged the scene, the coupe got a mind of it's own Like Christine 

Murderin' the block, half past grind mutherucker be the time On the watch 

What you wanna do with me, King Powder flow untouchable 

If you don't believe, then homie you sniff me 

The scent's still trapped in my clothes 

And I just came from over the stove so what you wanna spit? 

(Chorus) 

What yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up 

Show your watch off, roll your sleeve up 

New plates on it, hold them keys up 

We buy the bar out, baby drink up 

It's the limelight, 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 

(Malice verse 2) 

R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G 

Word on the street girlfriend, he's stingy 

Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, collars to the ceiling 

I'm dreaming, 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 turned rap money, give it a rinse 

Next come the spin cycle 

The rims on that Benz get more spin than Michael 

I leave them hoes with an eyeful 

Malice be the truth like the Bible 

To the red-bottomed souls 

All they do is stare like I'm in a fish bowl 

Last drag and I got the glow 

My public awaits I got to go 

(Chorus) 

What yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up 

Show your watch off, roll your sleeve up 

New plates on it, hold them keys up 

We buy the bar out, baby drink up 

It's the limelight, 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 

(Bridge) 

Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras 

Come on 

I said come on 

(Pusha T verse 3) 

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 makes them pledge Allegiance 

These 16s is undefeated, now crown me 

It's the all mighty duo, you know 

Critically acclaimed, movin' weight like a sumo 

On my ditty bop, playcloths knitted top 

Clipse 3, titled 'Til the Casket Drops 

(Malice verse 4) 

And the boy got swagger 

Pop's is a Rolling STone I'm Mick Jagger 

Don't wanna pick up the chrome but might hafta 

Anyone think he gonna dethrone the rapper 

Next chapter, us out in Vegas 

Breakin' the bank just like we ballplayers 

And we all up in the majors 

Pushin' crack to a faults in San Andreas 

(Chorus X2) 

What yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up 

Show your watch off, roll your sleeve up 

New plates on it, hold them keys up 

We buy the bar out, baby drink up 

It's the limelight, 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