Fast Life

[Intro: Tony Montana] The time has come, we gotta expand The whole operation Distribution, New York to Chicago, L.A We gotta set our own mark and enforce it [Verse 1: Kool G Rap] Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, a team that's gettin' cream With sales of fishscales from triple beams I gleam, livin' the life of Riley, packin' fifty cali's Rockin' lizard Bally's while we do a drug deal in a dark alley Up in casinos, just me and my dino primo Pushin' Bimm-o's, then parlay in Reno with two fly Latinos Nas — he runs the whole staff, we count math from steam baths We've seen Half-a-Milli dashin' out there on the Queens half Three major playas gettin' papers by the layers And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon as the dark hits Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet Those that cheat us, try to beat us, we got hookers with heaters That'll straight pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas The leaders lookin' straight charmin' in our Giorgio Armani's You wanna harm me and Nas, you gots to come get through our whole army The Cee-lo rollers, money folders, sippin' Bolla Holdin' mad payola, slangin' that coke without the cola Me and black don't fake jacks, but we might sling one It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing, son [Chorus: Kool G Rap] Livin' the fast life with fast cars Everywhere we go, people know who we are A team from out of Queens with the American Dream So we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven-figure cream Livin' the fast life with fast cars Everywhere we go, people know who we are A team from out of Queens with the American Dream So we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven-figure cream [Verse 2: Nas] Yo, I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably Mid-state and Green, it seems, is where all my niggas be The ghetto misery — shootouts and liquor stores A perpendicular angle of the clout war Police searchin' up my Lexo, but who's petro? My TEC blow straight off the roof and tests yo' respect, though But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin' with scuffed Nike's Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs These years, I got their names in my swears Poppin' Cristal like it's my first child, lickin' shots Holliday style Rockin' Steele sweaters, Wallabee down 24 carats, countin' cabbage like the Arabs The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic Elegant performance, bubble Lex full insurance Guzzlin' Guinness, shootin', catchin' cases concurrent It's Nas — seven hundred wives, King Solomon size We on the rise, me and G — ghetto Wise Guys The Luciano, Frankie Yale, Bugsy Siegel Green papers with eagles from a trade that's illegal [Bridge] Brother, you've got to make it happen Yay yeah! Get this money, yay Brother, you've got to make it happen When you're livin' in the fast life, heyy yeah, yeah yay [Verse 3: Kool G Rap & Nas] Ayo, our lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard Esquire attire, standin' on ground with one pivot Two players rockin' silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers Lands with name-brand seats, reclinin' like it's spacious Bodies on ice, livin' trife, rollin' fixed-up dice Gamblin' Grants, handlin' stamps, moves are sheist! My bankrolls got the cops comin' in plain clothes Tryna arraign our gang 'cause of our fame, that's how the game goes (True) Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour Cookin' up grams with Arm & Hammer, supplyin' scramblers in Alabama Rub out faces and leave no traces My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races Servin' us Dom, Veuve Clicquot, dimes look magnifico Puttin' a cut inside perico Heat for foes, shoppin' sprees with my fleet for clothes In Caribbean suites deep, rippin' beats with flows Ayo, we went from standin' on blocks without some socks Sellin' rocks, to pickin' up stock in boat docks with Glocks I got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills Packin' all the blue steel, we keeps it real inside the battlefield Yeah! So here's a toast to the funds and things Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings [Chorus: Kool G Rap] Livin' the fast life with fast cars Everywhere we go, people know who we are A team from out of Queens with the American Dream So we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven-figure cream Livin' the fast life, with fast cars Everywhere we go, people know who we are A team from out of Queens with the American Dream So we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven-figure cream [Bridge] Brother, I got to make it happen Yes, to get this money, yo You know I got to make it happen Yes, to get this money, yo [Outro] Livin' in the fast life I'm livin' in the fast life Livin' in the fast life, oh yeah, ay Livin' in the fast life Livin' in the fast life