Go Fast - Jae Millz, Meek Mill

Sucka free, that’s the best way to be

Keep them sucka ass niggas' from round me

Ok, you got dam right, I’m frontin', I’m stuntin'

Goons on deck, I ain’t worried bout nothin

And, every nigga wit me, benz coupe or porsche truckin'

Fly ass nigga baby, you don’t hear the (?)

Most Hated;

Young Money;

Cash Money

W16s, I bet I lap money

I’m on my New York shit B, word son

A nigga hotter than me?

I ain’t heard one

Fuck all the politics, this rap game

I’m bout to demolish it, remodel it and re-polish it

I don’t care who sittin' in the throne

They coming out of it

Whoever don’t like it, they can suck a dick and swallow it

Cuz my team get chedda, no itch, strictly leather

Panoramic roof forever, I like the (?) and the (?)

[Hook: Jae Millz)

Go fast, go fast, cuz if you ain’t first then you last

If you ain’t first, then you last

If you ain’t first, then you last

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go go

Go fast, go fast, cuz if you ain’t first

Mothafucka then you last

Yo, I say if you ain’t first then you last

They tellin' me go fast like they tryna make me crash

I’m in the Aston Martin wit 200 on the dash

Nigga, you ain’t gettin' money less 200 in your stash

Talkin' cash

Dirty paper, I’m eatin, I know you heard me hater

Hit your bitch, tell her «I'll be back»;

Terminator

You been hatin' for a while you determine-ator

Bug ass nigga, where my exterminator?

Milzy tell me «Leggo», so I’ma leggo

Me and him, Jahlil Beats, you know how that go

Catch you in the mornin' wit the toast

Crack your eggo

40 hit your car, need insurance;

Gecko

Oops, I mean GEICO

Anywhere that I go, the money gon' be there

The hoes gon' follow

I take her to the loft, let the lights dim;

Moscato

Pop her like the clutch and I’m the motherfuckin' throttle

Vroom!

Neck like December, the flow like June

I pull up on a Banshee, 12:00 afternoon

I look at them as pussies;

same guys you call «Goons»

Drop the coke like the album and it’s comin' soon!

Sucka free, that’s the best way to be

Keep them sucka ass niggas' from round me

Sound me and turn me up a bit

I’m back on that other shit

I don’t know who these fuckin' fuck boys think they fuckin wit

But enough of the sucka shit

Unless they suckin' (?) on my dick and your girl suckin' it

Boy, you’s a lame and your lyrics ain’t cuttin' it

Your image is a replica, your style;

you discovered it

Me?

I’m me, call me ignorant but fuck your shit

I been to school, my dreams came true, and my fans love my shit

And the XXL’s next freshman list

If Meek Mill don’t make the cover of it, I’ma throw another fit

3:00, I’m day fly, by night, I’m in another fit

Wake up wit a groupie, end my night off wit another bitch

I go fast homie;

no exaggerator

Pedal to the metal boy;

no Talladega

I don’t throw cash at strippers, I throw cash at haters

And tell em «go shoppin» and (?) raggedy as the (?)

[Hook: Jae Millz)

Go fast, go fast, cuz if you ain’t first then you last

If you ain’t first, then you last

If you ain’t first, then you last

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go go

Go fast, go fast, cuz if you ain’t first

Mothafucka then you last

Milzy!

Uh, Meek Mill

NYC to Philly, Ha!

YMCMB

Most Hated, yeah, and if you ain’t first

Motherfucka then you last!