Speed - Curren$y

Speed boats float from the coast

Binoculars watch the bales float up the 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 Jacka, 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