Lirik Lagu Speedin' feat. Birdman, Brisco, Busta Rhymes, DJ Bigga Rankin, DJ Drama, DJ Khaled - Rick Ross
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Remix, Speedin' Remix, the movementI introduced you to the projects, I introduced you to the hoodI introduced you to the ghet-to, I introduced you to Rick RossThe Boss is back, TrillaThis the remix, Speedin' Remix (Ross got me Speedin' baby)We the best
This for all my goons, workin' on pillsSpeedin' to make me run in yo cribPut they 'opper behind yo earMonkey suit, black mask, City Boy gearSlippin' got a lot of niggaz whacked this yearBeen up two days straight homie, no sleepRidin' with choppers lurkin' fo' deepJumpin' out on the first thing, look sweetDouble 'stangs got the goons grittin' teethCar full of throw away big boy heatTwo brand new K's hangin' off seatsYeah it got me Speedin' all week
G4 straight from the N.O.We get money, stay fly till the next showWe got money, stay fly till we get mo'We got bitches, high rollin' with this cash flowPut the H in the hoodPut a one on the goodPut a slab on the woodShit, me and Ross doin' goodOne hundred million dollars nigga, hangin' in the hood
Check, I'm doin' donuts in the streets (Streets), pedal to the glass (Glass)My lord have Murcielago max on the dashSpeedin' niggaz can't see me in the blink of a flashYou got to slow motion to flick so you can see me when I passYou know just what to do when you see me give me my cashWhen I pull up drop the bags of bread then I'm doing a dashNo confusion understand no gimmicksDuke is like the Autobahn, disregardin' the speed limitsFast life, fast broads, let's get it fast buddyFast food, fast cars, we gettin' fast moneyFuck the talk we been doin' this, heat it upAnd when you bringin' me my cake you better speed it up
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribsSpeeeeed, Speedin'Speeeeed, I'm speedin'I can't stop it's all I knowFrom a young'n I was taught to get doughSpeeeeed, Speedin'Speeeeed, I'm speedin'
It's all a big ricky in my brand new BentleyDoing a buck fifty finna to get another meal ticketI ain't bein' funny I don't see the competitionSince a young'n get the money all I ever comprehendedBusiness hall ass, ball 'til you fall yeahY'all sit on y'all ass, now I see why y'all madI'm leaving y'all ass, I ain't seein' y'all assEver cross that line I'm puttin' three in y'all face, speedin'
Seventeen five, god damn lieCountry niggaz payin' damn near twenty fiveWho gon' pick 'em up, pick 'em up first flightCall Ricky Ross, hell yeah high fiveThrow them in the trunk (Trunk) I'll tape them to the fender (Fender)Scrapin' off the plate like a nigga's eatin' dinnerI'm speedin' shorty you trippin'If you see the blue lights homie I'm dippin'
Niggaz want hood rep the hood backShit Joey the Don they call me Cook CrackIf you look at 'em wrong you get it pushed backFrom rags to riches and never look backI'm watchin' pelicans fly me and Rick racin' Diddy on boatsThrowin' money in the air and you niggaz is jokesNew York, New York big city of dreamsI'm a hustler baby I'm addicted to CREAMI'm talking money, cars, hoes, bitchesCap a damn suit let the feds take picturesEighty eight pose just me and my niggazThank god for that white if you feelin' religious
I grew up on the crime side the New York time sideNickel and dimes to surviveFresh out the can, million dollar plansTryin' to triple up that weed money Know'm sayin'Precise with the white pirates a job my job to make it hardOnly way up out the hood rap, crack, or playin' ballAin't nobody touchin' the plate if I ain't eatin'Fuck it hand me two twenty on the dash let me see it, Torch
Rest in peace Chad Butler, I'll see you when I get thereBut for now I'm doin' ninety in a cigarette with bitchesLookin' back on last year laughin' at the mirrorI'm on TV, I look a little clearerYou look a little worried, chill and come and smell the money in the bagI'm a crash, too many hundreds on the dashKiller come ride with me, know what I mean, holla at meTrilla, Gun Play, triple c I'm outta here
Flo Rida, I was born to digital dashI go ghetto miles per hour, no speed passA Dale Earn knock out my momma pregnant as fastThey said that he my daddyIt's "Good Times" Junior NASCAR but in a caddySpeedin' this time the snitches won't tellI was MTV when the ball dropped playaTila in my tequila before I struck out the twelveBig Apple with apple bottoms the haters can go to hellNumber one on billboard, Mr. Rubber Band boyLike a boy-yoy-yoing, bounce back in my tom forceGot the nitro in the Ford, Alicia Keys with the chordsFast cars, I want more
I'm livin' life in the fast lane with no L's or brakesWhy should I care about tomorrow when I'm doin' it todayNo insurance on the Chevy but it's OKTell them catch me if they can while I'm speedin' awayRidin' H.O.V., I'm sprayin' nitrous so they can't see meSee me I'm P.O.E.Everytime I come aroundAnd I would if I could but I can't slow down
What they need just to give a nigga lifeGive him twenty years just to feed a nigga ricePut me in a hole just to let me see the lightCuz some niggaz out here free ain't even livin' rightFive star G's, my car leaseIf we gotta eat puttin' H on the streetsHeroin haven, heroin gravenYou would think I was a heroin babyIt's a new year, new year, new money, moneyNew Louie shoes and they cost a few hundredLeft the tip case still bought them new Tommy'sGot mo' scrilla for niggaz with new drama, Boss
Young Money, hookin' up with RossTop way back left foot up out the PorscheRight foot flat, I'm good up in the PorscheErr, there go Shaq tryin' to pull up on the PorscheBut I burn that cop on my way to Opa-LockaBrisco holla back, I'll be at here in factLike I left somethin' soon as I left somethin'Told me go to Damon's and just go and Weezy F somethin'Ferrari F run Lamborghini test runThey call me weather man I make it rain and my chest sunnyYes honey I don't give a damn about the rest honeyCash Money, Young Money never ever less moneyAll we do is get money, all we do is bet moneyAll we do is let money, go and get moneyNow that's money, Young Weezy
Baby, ha haAnd this was the remix baby
This for all my goons, workin' on pillsSpeedin' to make me run in yo cribPut they 'opper behind yo earMonkey suit, black mask, City Boy gearSlippin' got a lot of niggaz whacked this yearBeen up two days straight homie, no sleepRidin' with choppers lurkin' fo' deepJumpin' out on the first thing, look sweetDouble 'stangs got the goons grittin' teethCar full of throw away big boy heatTwo brand new K's hangin' off seatsYeah it got me Speedin' all week
G4 straight from the N.O.We get money, stay fly till the next showWe got money, stay fly till we get mo'We got bitches, high rollin' with this cash flowPut the H in the hoodPut a one on the goodPut a slab on the woodShit, me and Ross doin' goodOne hundred million dollars nigga, hangin' in the hood
Check, I'm doin' donuts in the streets (Streets), pedal to the glass (Glass)My lord have Murcielago max on the dashSpeedin' niggaz can't see me in the blink of a flashYou got to slow motion to flick so you can see me when I passYou know just what to do when you see me give me my cashWhen I pull up drop the bags of bread then I'm doing a dashNo confusion understand no gimmicksDuke is like the Autobahn, disregardin' the speed limitsFast life, fast broads, let's get it fast buddyFast food, fast cars, we gettin' fast moneyFuck the talk we been doin' this, heat it upAnd when you bringin' me my cake you better speed it up
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribsSpeeeeed, Speedin'Speeeeed, I'm speedin'I can't stop it's all I knowFrom a young'n I was taught to get doughSpeeeeed, Speedin'Speeeeed, I'm speedin'
It's all a big ricky in my brand new BentleyDoing a buck fifty finna to get another meal ticketI ain't bein' funny I don't see the competitionSince a young'n get the money all I ever comprehendedBusiness hall ass, ball 'til you fall yeahY'all sit on y'all ass, now I see why y'all madI'm leaving y'all ass, I ain't seein' y'all assEver cross that line I'm puttin' three in y'all face, speedin'
Seventeen five, god damn lieCountry niggaz payin' damn near twenty fiveWho gon' pick 'em up, pick 'em up first flightCall Ricky Ross, hell yeah high fiveThrow them in the trunk (Trunk) I'll tape them to the fender (Fender)Scrapin' off the plate like a nigga's eatin' dinnerI'm speedin' shorty you trippin'If you see the blue lights homie I'm dippin'
Niggaz want hood rep the hood backShit Joey the Don they call me Cook CrackIf you look at 'em wrong you get it pushed backFrom rags to riches and never look backI'm watchin' pelicans fly me and Rick racin' Diddy on boatsThrowin' money in the air and you niggaz is jokesNew York, New York big city of dreamsI'm a hustler baby I'm addicted to CREAMI'm talking money, cars, hoes, bitchesCap a damn suit let the feds take picturesEighty eight pose just me and my niggazThank god for that white if you feelin' religious
I grew up on the crime side the New York time sideNickel and dimes to surviveFresh out the can, million dollar plansTryin' to triple up that weed money Know'm sayin'Precise with the white pirates a job my job to make it hardOnly way up out the hood rap, crack, or playin' ballAin't nobody touchin' the plate if I ain't eatin'Fuck it hand me two twenty on the dash let me see it, Torch
Rest in peace Chad Butler, I'll see you when I get thereBut for now I'm doin' ninety in a cigarette with bitchesLookin' back on last year laughin' at the mirrorI'm on TV, I look a little clearerYou look a little worried, chill and come and smell the money in the bagI'm a crash, too many hundreds on the dashKiller come ride with me, know what I mean, holla at meTrilla, Gun Play, triple c I'm outta here
Flo Rida, I was born to digital dashI go ghetto miles per hour, no speed passA Dale Earn knock out my momma pregnant as fastThey said that he my daddyIt's "Good Times" Junior NASCAR but in a caddySpeedin' this time the snitches won't tellI was MTV when the ball dropped playaTila in my tequila before I struck out the twelveBig Apple with apple bottoms the haters can go to hellNumber one on billboard, Mr. Rubber Band boyLike a boy-yoy-yoing, bounce back in my tom forceGot the nitro in the Ford, Alicia Keys with the chordsFast cars, I want more
I'm livin' life in the fast lane with no L's or brakesWhy should I care about tomorrow when I'm doin' it todayNo insurance on the Chevy but it's OKTell them catch me if they can while I'm speedin' awayRidin' H.O.V., I'm sprayin' nitrous so they can't see meSee me I'm P.O.E.Everytime I come aroundAnd I would if I could but I can't slow down
What they need just to give a nigga lifeGive him twenty years just to feed a nigga ricePut me in a hole just to let me see the lightCuz some niggaz out here free ain't even livin' rightFive star G's, my car leaseIf we gotta eat puttin' H on the streetsHeroin haven, heroin gravenYou would think I was a heroin babyIt's a new year, new year, new money, moneyNew Louie shoes and they cost a few hundredLeft the tip case still bought them new Tommy'sGot mo' scrilla for niggaz with new drama, Boss
Young Money, hookin' up with RossTop way back left foot up out the PorscheRight foot flat, I'm good up in the PorscheErr, there go Shaq tryin' to pull up on the PorscheBut I burn that cop on my way to Opa-LockaBrisco holla back, I'll be at here in factLike I left somethin' soon as I left somethin'Told me go to Damon's and just go and Weezy F somethin'Ferrari F run Lamborghini test runThey call me weather man I make it rain and my chest sunnyYes honey I don't give a damn about the rest honeyCash Money, Young Money never ever less moneyAll we do is get money, all we do is bet moneyAll we do is let money, go and get moneyNow that's money, Young Weezy
Baby, ha haAnd this was the remix baby
