Fast Cars Faster Women Lyrics - The Stoned Immaculate - Curren$y

[Featuring: Daz Dillinger] 

Lately I've been, thinkin' bout GT 3's - chrome rims 

South Beach in the middle of the street - not parked 

They trippin' I'll accept them the penny tee's when I gett 'em 

If the papers weren't so thick I'd probably roll a join in the middle of em 

Fool, letting no spitta just incline and go and get it 

We all like the new benz, I just got mine a lil bit quicker 

A glimpse into this jet living, that's fast cars, faster women 

I woulda been mega pimpin' I ain't had the time to put in it 

Though I still make official, minus the stripes and the whistle 

That's cold-game delivered direct TV, Sunday tickets 

Suckers can't be down so they just be mad with us 

We don't drink or smoke our hash with them ass kissers 

You gotta be your own man 'fore I ever call you miss, and 

They gon' have to call me billionaire jet this year 

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Still on my hustle, bitches still love me 

Big black chevy motor running you can hear em comin 

Eh focus on money, keep the numbers doubling 

If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about, ain't about 

Still on my hustle, bitches still love me 

Big black chevy motor running you can hear em comin 

Eh focus on money, keep the numbers doubling 

If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing 

I begin my day off with a half 

Now collecting all the cash 

Bust you in your damn now 

Million pows of agitation 

Show me all your registration 

Bill niggas I'll be impatient 

Clutching no hesitation 

I rose up, I shake the crowd with my presence 

Bitches šcream my name, you tell your nigga yeah I said it 

Run and tell the message, motherfuckers keep up gossip 

You see more money, more power 

You tell me how you nigga sorry 

The second they call it, I stay on it, never fall in love 

Still a woss, yeah you sink if your heart is stole 

You played the cards, point seen, money lost, 

Taken off in a jet like till you quit the CA in the next life 

See your forever paid, roll the gazelle shades 

I got it made, cloud smoke you know my nigga day 

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So that's the model that I live by 

Primal seeking all that emo in the eve wine 

Scared of my hustle, bitch still love me 

Black chevy motor running you can hand cuff me, 

Yeah folks 

Sell money, keeping numbers doubling 

If it ain't about the mouse, then it ain't about nothing