Speedin’ Songtext
von Rick Ross feat. R. Kelly
Speedin’ Songtext
Legendary
Runners
You know me
Trilla
Every dollar that I count can′t grow in my account
My accountant can't count up all my money in an hour
′Cause it's comin' too fast and I′m scared it won′t last
Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her last dance
Goddamn, speed got my heart racin'
Counting high denominations you can blame that on my occupation
Ceasar salad, Caesars Palace
You not a boss little nigga ′cause your cheese is average
In the Benz, AK ridin' shotgun (Ross)
It′s a Benz 'cause your broke ′til you got one
It ain't nothing do 100 in the Maybach
Throwin' money out the roof motherfuck the brake pads
Fast life (fast life), I live (I live)
Big cars (big cars), big cribs (speed)
Speedin′ (speed), I′m speedin'
I can′t stop, it's all I know
From a youngin′ I was taught get dough (speed)
I'm speedin′ (speedin'), I'm speedin′ (oh, oh)
People came lookin′ for me, shit, I got ghosts see the west coast
Hit the West coast, toast it up in Le Montrose
Big money (money), boss major (what?)
American Idol, I got fans like Fantasia
Read between the lines or yo' ass like Fantasia
Get hit between the eyes, he died, they can′t save him
In the Porsche, I'm weavin′, no coke, no coke, but I'm speedin′
Staring at the skyline (Ross), I got a million on my mind, I'm the best
And these pussy niggas running out of time (Ricky Ross)
I'm the chill, quarter mill′ for the time piece
Yeah, I bought the wheels now I deals with a dime piece
Fast life (fast life), I live (I live)
Big cars (big cars), big cribs (speed)
Speedin′ (speed), I'm speedin′
I can't stop, it′s all I know
From a youngin' I was taught get dough (speed)
I′m speedin' (speedin'), I′m speedin′ (oh, oh)
Sittin' in the living room watching the Grammys
Wishing that was me that was on the Grammys
All I needed was someone to get behind me, money rain on me
I was a determined lil′ nigga, dirty shoes and Hilfiger
Homie help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer
Now I′m flyin' high ′cause my gift grew wings
And now I'm flying by like the coupe grew wings
Kells and Ross on the Hollywood scene
Red carpet and it's smellin′ like green
Now I floss ′cause I got paid off
Collabo with the hip-hop and R&B boss
Fast life (fast life), I live (I live)
Big cars, big cribs (speed)
Speedin' (speed), I′m speedin'
I can′t stop, it's all I know
From a youngin′ I was taught get dough (speed)
I'm speedin' (I′m sspeedin′), I'm speedin′
E-Class, I think somebody followin' me
Meet me at the helipad, with your bitch
You worth 15 million, baby, I′m tryin' to blow it all in one week
Fuck with me, triple Cs, it′s the boss (I'm speedin')
I′ma fly away on you haters (I′m speedin')
I done came up so fast, movies, endorsements, films (I′m speedin')
We own things (I′m speedin')
Boss
Runners
You know me
Trilla
Every dollar that I count can′t grow in my account
My accountant can't count up all my money in an hour
′Cause it's comin' too fast and I′m scared it won′t last
Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her last dance
Goddamn, speed got my heart racin'
Counting high denominations you can blame that on my occupation
Ceasar salad, Caesars Palace
You not a boss little nigga ′cause your cheese is average
In the Benz, AK ridin' shotgun (Ross)
It′s a Benz 'cause your broke ′til you got one
It ain't nothing do 100 in the Maybach
Throwin' money out the roof motherfuck the brake pads
Fast life (fast life), I live (I live)
Big cars (big cars), big cribs (speed)
Speedin′ (speed), I′m speedin'
I can′t stop, it's all I know
From a youngin′ I was taught get dough (speed)
I'm speedin′ (speedin'), I'm speedin′ (oh, oh)
People came lookin′ for me, shit, I got ghosts see the west coast
Hit the West coast, toast it up in Le Montrose
Big money (money), boss major (what?)
American Idol, I got fans like Fantasia
Read between the lines or yo' ass like Fantasia
Get hit between the eyes, he died, they can′t save him
In the Porsche, I'm weavin′, no coke, no coke, but I'm speedin′
Staring at the skyline (Ross), I got a million on my mind, I'm the best
And these pussy niggas running out of time (Ricky Ross)
I'm the chill, quarter mill′ for the time piece
Yeah, I bought the wheels now I deals with a dime piece
Fast life (fast life), I live (I live)
Big cars (big cars), big cribs (speed)
Speedin′ (speed), I'm speedin′
I can't stop, it′s all I know
From a youngin' I was taught get dough (speed)
I′m speedin' (speedin'), I′m speedin′ (oh, oh)
Sittin' in the living room watching the Grammys
Wishing that was me that was on the Grammys
All I needed was someone to get behind me, money rain on me
I was a determined lil′ nigga, dirty shoes and Hilfiger
Homie help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer
Now I′m flyin' high ′cause my gift grew wings
And now I'm flying by like the coupe grew wings
Kells and Ross on the Hollywood scene
Red carpet and it's smellin′ like green
Now I floss ′cause I got paid off
Collabo with the hip-hop and R&B boss
Fast life (fast life), I live (I live)
Big cars, big cribs (speed)
Speedin' (speed), I′m speedin'
I can′t stop, it's all I know
From a youngin′ I was taught get dough (speed)
I'm speedin' (I′m sspeedin′), I'm speedin′
E-Class, I think somebody followin' me
Meet me at the helipad, with your bitch
You worth 15 million, baby, I′m tryin' to blow it all in one week
Fuck with me, triple Cs, it′s the boss (I'm speedin')
I′ma fly away on you haters (I′m speedin')
I done came up so fast, movies, endorsements, films (I′m speedin')
We own things (I′m speedin')
Boss
Writer(s): Jermaine Jackson, R Kelly, William Roberts, Andrew Harr, Kevin Cossom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
