Re-Up Gang - Fast Life Lyrics

What your paper like
What your paper like
What your paper like
I can show you what my paper like
Money first
Fast cars
Out come the chicks and their panties and bras
Come on
I said come on

[Verse 1:]
I do this for my go gettas
To my old flippas
All my roseemo sippas
Tell the feds to take moe pictures
I smile for the camera
My niggas hold keys like janitors
Throw d's on that bitch baught her tits like pamelas
Spend a whole day trying take all my stamina
Never that still got more for tamara
Whos your sex game no amature
I come clean
J rude damage the scene
The coupe got a mind of it's own like Christine
Murder in the block have past [? ] mother f*cker be the time on the watch
Watcha wanna do with me
King carta flow untouchable if you don't believe then homie you sniff me
The scent still trapped on my clothes and I just came from over the stove
So watcha wanna spend

[Chorus:]
Watcha your paper bought
Throw the g's up
Show your watch off
Roll your sleeve up
New plates on it
Hold them keys up
We buy the bar out
Baby drink up
It's the lime light
It's the car show
She want a joy ride
See how fast the car go
Hot summer days
Long Vegas nights
You bet it all baby
Welcome to the fast life

[Verse 2:]
R.E.U.P.G.A.N.G.
Word on the street girlfriend is stingy
Get real like a davinici
College to the cealin' I'm dremin somebody pinch me
My presence is an event
The party don't start until they let us in
That; s right ladies and gents coke money turn rap money give it a rent
Next come a spin cycle
The rims on that benz get more spin then micheal
I leave them hoes with an eye full
Malice be the truth like the bible
To the red bottom soles
All they do is stare like I'm in a fish bole
Last dragon I got the blow
My public await I got to go

[Chorus]

Money first
Fast cars
Out come the chicks and their panties and bras
Come on
I said come on

[Verse 3:]
I redid if I say it you can see it
No red and blue lenses needed
The red white and blue and the chains make em pledge alligience
These 16's is undefeated
Now crown me
It's the almighty duo
You know critically acclaimed movin' weight like a sumo
All my diddy bob plain cloths knitted top
Clif 3 title til the casket drop
And the boy got swagger
Hot as a rollin' stone
I'm McJagger
Don't wanna pick up the chrome
But might have ta
Anyone think he gunna dethrone the rapper
Next chapter us out in vegas
Breakin' the ben just like we ball players
And we all up in the majors
Pushin' crack to a far San Andres

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