Speed

B boats float from the coast Binoculars watch the bales float to shore Tryna find ways to tax this dope Slanging bars like soap Bitches high off of these lines like coke Listening with they eyes closed, with no clothes She want fuck because of my flow It's like I got X pills inside my quotes Smoke, keep me on a high note Oldies playing in my Chevrolet Game make them ladies want stay Plot all night, bust moves all day It's just the jet way No time to sleep 'cause that won't get me paid Don't make sense if it don't make dollars Excuses won't start my Impala If it ain't about my paper then "I'll holla" Came through, killed niggas Satellite coupe with the new stickers Never running with no new niggas Just my OG's and some cool bitches Bad ones, I know what to do with them I don't buy them no bags, I just get them high All she really wanted to do was ride I'm a let her, won't sweat her, no pressure Let her decide, she smart She gon definitely choose what's better Autumn weather, in a vintage ice berg sweater Fly beyond measure That's your girl you better check her Cherry beamer, drop Saab Sipping pass Ace Boogie He mad at his bullshit job Mentality I had as a younger Grinding hard to provide a yard for my big dogs Rest in peace to the Jacker, may you mob No love in the streets my nigga They don't give a fuck about you or me my nigga Just an era where a nigga is killing these niggas And these bitches just mirroring the television Fake hair, fake ass looking for a real one Just tryna fuck a nigga with a million And do anything to get one --- Speed - Curren$y