FAST TRACK (Radio Edit) Lyrics

My life (My life)

Life (Life)

Let's Make It

Aye

My lifestyle is fast track

See a bitch and I'm finna mack

Get her home and then break her back

If it's good, I'm coming back

Las Vegas. Let's hit the track

Night time. It's finna crack

Casino. We shooting craps

Lost racks, but I'll get 'em back

We stay on the plane. Ain't no telling where we going (Ain't no telling)

She like everybody. Ain't no telling who she blowing (Ain't no telling)

We drink everything. Ain't no telling what we pouring (Nah, ain't no telling)

They smoke everything. Ain't no telling what they rolling (Nah, ain't no telling)

Rolling, rolling. All my niggas rolling

Big chains, big rings. All my niggas holding

Going, going. Yeah, these bitches going

You can't get her once I hit her. Yeah, my dick is golden

My new chick is Italian. Met her on an island

She swallowed all my kids (Damn)

Damn, she so childish

She say I'm the flyest. On the scene I be wilding

Who am I? LMI. Damn, I be styling

Bring your girl around me. Don't do that 'cause ima get her

I'm a monster with these women. When I see 'em, I just pick her

Once I pick her, then I sick her

Sick her, then I dick her

Dick her, then I trick her

Into getting me richer. Now, my bank account getting greener

You ain't know? Ima schemer

I'm so unemployed. Still, riding around in this Beamer

They fresh, but I'm cleaner. My life a movie. A screener

In the club, we don't make it rain. We Hurricane Katrina (Let's Make It)

Pick it up off the flo' hoe

That ain't shit. I got mo' hoe

At the crib, I got mo' hoe

In the bank I got mo' hoe (Look)

I got money to blow hoe

But, I ain't tricking no dough hoe

This foreign whip is a 4 door

These women snapping my photo

Now, pick it up off the flo' hoe Mm

That ain't shit. I got mo' hoe Mm

At the crib, I got mo' hoe Mm

In the bank, I got mo' hoe. Look

I got money to blow hoe, but I ain't tricking no dough hoe

This foreign whip is a 4 door

These women snapping my photo

My lifestyle is fast track

See a bitch and I'm finna mack

Get her home and then break her back

If it's good, I'm coming back (I'll be back)

Yo, this bitch just chose me. I know you wonder why

'Cause I'm fresh as fuck in jogging pants. I ain't gotta try

We in the club official

Them dubs official

Them hundreds official

Girls love The Officials

Look, we ain't even started yet

Tomorrow, we coming back

I ain't even throwing shit, but my homies throwing racks

Now, pick it up off the flo' hoe

That ain't shit. We got mo' hoe

At the crib, we got mo' hoe

In the bank we got mo' hoe look

We got money to blow hoe

But, we ain't tricking no dough hoe (No no)

We pulled up in a Benzo. Girls tryna jump through the window

Let's Make It

Aye, I said (What you say)

We pulled up in a Benzo. Girls tryna jump through the window

Let's Make It

I said

Make it