Speedin' (remix) Lyrics - Rick Ross

Legendary, Runners, you know me 

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Trilla 

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh 

Every dollar that I count can't go in my account 

My accountant can't count up all my money in a hour 

Cause it's comin too fast and I'm scared it won't last 

Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her last dance 

Goddamn, speedin' got my heart racin 

I don't have the nominations you could blame that on my occupation 

Ceasar salad, Ceasar's Palace 

You're not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average 

In the Benz, AK, ridin shotgun 

It's a Benz cause you're broke til you got one 

It ain't nothin' doin 100 in the Maybach 

Throwin money out the roof motherfuck the brake pads 

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Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs 

Speedin, I'm speedin 

I can't stop, it's all I know 

From a youngin I was taught get doe 

I'm speedin, speedin, I'm speedin 

These people came lookin for me, shit I got ghosts 

See the West Coast close up in the Montrose 

Big money, boss major 

American Idol, I got fans like Fantasia 

Read between the lines or yo' ass like Fantasia 

Get hit between the eyes, he died, they can't save him 

In a Porsche, I'm weavin 

No dough, but I'm speedin 

Im starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind 

I'm the best and these pussy niggas runnin' out of time 

Ricky Ross, I'm the chill, quarter mill for the timepiece 

Yeah, I bought a wheels like deals with the dime beats 

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Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs 

Speedin, I'm speedin 

I can't stop, it's all I know 

From a youngin I was taught get doe 

I'm speedin, speedin, I'm speedin 

Sittin in the livin' room, watchin' The Grammys 

Wishin' that was me that was on The Grammys 

All I needed was someone to get behind me 

Money rain on me! 

I was a determined ill nigger, dirty shoes and Hilfiger 

Homie helped me out 'cause his boy was a drug dealer 

Now I'm flyin high cause my gifts grew wings 

And now I'm flyin down like the coupe grew wings 

Kells and Ross on the Hollywood scene 

Red carpet and we smellin like green 

Now I floss cause I got paid off 

Collabo was the Hip Hop and R&B boss, oh! 

Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs 

Speedin, I'm speedin 

I can't stop, it's all I know 

From a youngin I was taught get doe 

I'm speedin, I'm speedin, I'm speedin 

E-Class, I think somebody followin me 

Meet me at the helipad, Mickey Beach 

I'm worth fifteen million baby 

I'm tryin' to blow it all in one week! 

Fuckin' wit you, Triple Cs, its the Boss 

(I'm speedin I'm speedin') 

I'm a fly away on you haters 

I done came up so fast 

Movies, endorsements, films 

(I'm speedin I'm speedin') 

We own things, Boss!