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Can't stop this money marathon but they gone try regardless When you go as hard as hustle they gone pay you homage Add my jewelry up 100.000 dollars plus I got the pink slips to that foreign shit that I be drivin Built my road to riches off of lack of options Out the trunk of my blue cutlass with my back to slauson Now my cars fresh off the lot and hoes got low millage Flyin out getting paid ten thousand a show I'm in 2 a with my seat back at my window up Thinking bout dem funny niggas that done switched it up We made some plans, most of em' stuck Tell me one good reason I should give a fuck [Hook:] They know, still cleaning up on the road Livin fast n Sip slow Spending cash and get mo They know, keep a gun everywhere I go Ridin round gettin doe Livin fast Sip slow They know, still cleaning up on the road Livin fast Sip slow Keep a gun everywhere I go They know, still ridin round gettin doe Livin fast sip slow Gun everywhere I go, they know Letras de cancionesTattoos on my face tattoos on my neck Pistols in my stash one button make those eject Niggas hate... No Effect Can't get close enough to touch so Hoes throw me sex Posted, don't sleep cause I won't slip Won't lose cause I won't quit Life is hard yeah no shit But I'm a real nigga so I don't bitch That go for my whole clique self made I don't owe shit Only ride to my own shit I'm so fly I'm oh shit I mean so fly I don't know shit My offense ain't got no kinks I don't touch guns I got no prints And I'm so fly and I got no tints ridin round witout no rims Why 'cause I did that in like 06, but they know this, [Hook] Yeah that's right, that's right Nigga don't grind, nigga don't eat That's life, that's life See I was on the road but I'm back right T.M.C is that right who show s bookin who tracks right Yeah every nigga out here act like But just a few of us live that life You know first class And got racks right yeah But we just stickin' to the facts right Rich before rap got [?] right Lost everything and got back right Yeah so let's sip slow to this fast life, We gone do the same thang today That we passed out from last night But it's cool cause my stacks right If I'm in the club then it's packed tight People lie, but my stats right in my last life I was a flashlight Naw, I'm just sayin I'm that bright don't even make sense like a black light How I can't put the city on my back No nigga cosign I guess I'm just that tight It's a marathon run a lap life my young nigga homie got that flight And niggas ain't tryin to fight fast right And black sand got the mac right but they know [Hook] From Letras Mania