God Speed

The Game

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    Need y'all to understand what I'm 'bout to do
    Keep it gangsta in this Lou Vuitton designer shoes
    Front of club, live stuntin' in that Masi coup
    Then we gonna check China, see what king of diamonds do
    Pass the kush that a y'all when I will climb the roof
    That nigga get down for me like I bought to shoot
    Tell him it's money thing, my nigga signed a grill
    The kid rabbis, running trains like a monorail
    Introduce you to my team, niggas you need to know
    We pop the spades, the bottle look like C3PO
    Blowing that last security, telling us to keep it low
    But when you pay me for a walkthrough this is what you need to know
    We're smoking all night, kid got a handle for me
    to tell the owner that twelve bottles is mandatory
    And we gon need a few Ciroc and them gooses too
    Shane go for green house and dream down to Houston too
    Watch Himalaya eating shrimps while I throw these ones
    Jas drunk as fuck cause every time I look he show his gun
    Every time we in the strip club he got the coldest one
    Surrounded by killaz cause jade prince know his son
    And I'm all 'ight with that cause rap a lot my fam
    And every time he asks me can I dot dot? Yea, I can
    Cause he been looking out for me before the trade co sign
    And I was there with him and 2 when they heard that Drake's gon sign
    But look at Drake now. Every time I need some he'd do it and say
    Game hawl if you need some
    And that's loyalty in the industry that's full of snakes
    When niggas send a bottle to your table just to show their face
    And bitches stand there looking pretty just to get a glass of ace
    Most of these hoes dumb and they nothing but a ass and face
    But if you are the one that's lucky enough to stand up on this couch
    Make sure soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out
    I hate you fake hoes, I swear I hate you fake hoes
    Your fake ass, your fake nose, you're never gon be J Lo
    Nicki put you on that mike, Carl's got you thinking that you on the right
    Cause the fuck that nigga in that white Porsche
    But I got news for ya: got a wifey and three kids at home
    And I can't even start to count how many times we've been to Rome
    My oldest get his tennis on, my youngest got his tennis on
    And you ain't never seen a four year old swaging in his farms
    Now they wanna be him cause he rocking coliseums
    Used to rock it for the fiends, now he rock with Europeans
    All out and doubling with them green bottles bubbling
    Twins I call double men calling me by my government
    I swear to God that I'm loving it, I'm on the beach with Miss Dominican Republic
    Even she's surprised that she's sucking it
    But don't be surprised that I'm fucking
    Never cuff and always puffing, these bitches know who they fucking with
    I'm the fucking shit, handsome ass nigga
    Fuck with me, I fuck with her
    You don't need ransom cash nigga
    Now cancel that nigga like my Blackberry service
    Don't believe none of you niggas till the plaque start surfacin'
    Niggas get nervous when we hop at them suburbans
    Get the time wearin' rags around our heads like they're turbans
    Half them niggas murking, I'm behind them Phantom curtains
    Heading to grace though, my alibi is this Persian
    Her alibi is this Asian, I call that a persuasion
    From Hollywood lock-up to yelling out Brenda Spencer
    Dumb bitch right here wanna know why the bottle green
    I'm something like them golf niggas, I have seen a lot of green
    Six hundred forty mill, about to play the lottery
    A rich can't play twice, don't lie to me
    Cause a donut trunking fish like they eye to me
    Ain't no lemon spending this money, I'm bout it bought it B
    I'm hoodie's new rapper's try to be
    Every new nigga that say fire becomes a prodigy
    And you should honor me, and my jersey up short
    We got a situation, nigga Jordan's
    You don't know about my occupation nor about fucking these hoes
    Nor I rock these Loubrettons and smoke till it's stuck in my toes
    And I got your girl in the comfortable clothes
    I'm 'bout to take her lower what's right a point than my nose
    It's money gang bitch, now watch my company blow
    And go from a hot logo to something you know
    I'm in that Maseratti, Jordan's punching the floor
    And you can act like you don't nigga, but...

    Even I'm going too fast, I'm doing too much
    Shine it down all the time when I'm in the club

    Yea, I'm always in the zone
    Chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on
    Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
    Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast

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    Going so fast, see, going so fast
    Going too fast, so fast
    Going too fast
    God speed, it's like going too fast
    So fast

    Yea, I'm always in the zone
    Chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on
    Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
    Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast

    God speed
    Going too fast
    God speed, God speed
    Said I'm going too fast, so fast

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