Yea This's New York City C'mon, man I'm livin' on the fast lane Simply, I do my thing And now it's all 'bout my grand Simply, I'm ready to spray up I'm lookin' for more paper Black Benz-AMG GT, in the city streets I roam I'm packin' a MAC-11, New York my throne Niggas, the accountant's hyped 'bout my chrome My crew rolled up to the club bumpin' my song I'm puffin' on my blunt, ain't no one can compare That imported black suit and my paper get the air Last night I got it poppin' with that Colombian bitch She know how to ride and grind on my banana clip I know a lil' 'bout these bitches My bitches, your bitches, check out these beats Biggie bumpin' in your heartdeep Time to make big hits, ain't no time to sleep I'm livin' on the fast lane Simply, I do my thing And now it's all 'bout my grand Simply, I'm ready to spray up I'm lookin' for more paper I'm livin' on the fast lane Simply, I do my thing And now it's all 'bout my grand Simply, I'm ready to spray up I'm lookin' for more paper I'm La Mafia, I know the mob, they call me brother I'm rollin' with the hustlers and takin' down others From NY to Chicago, my song bumpin' around I ain't slowin' down, I'm 'bout to hurt you down Different drinks, different girls, I'ma hustla Now I don't wanna have to pop this other gangsta I'm strapped with a bulletproof vest and glock in my hand Muhfucka, don't come tryna fuck my game Don't point that piece at me, whata fuck man I got a rep, nigga, I got my name I'm livin' on the fast lane Simply, I do my thing And now it's all 'bout my grand Simply, I'm ready to spray up I'm lookin' for more paper I'm livin' on the fast lane Simply, I do my thing And now it's all 'bout my grand Simply, I'm ready to spray up I'm lookin' for more paper Yea This's New York City C'mon, man