Fast Life

[Intro: Pusha T] Whatcha paper like? Whatcha paper like? Whatcha paper like? I can show you what my paper like Money first, fast cars Out come the chicks of their panties and bras Come on I said, come on [Verse 1: Pusha T] I do this for my go-getters To my O flippers All my Rose Mo' sippers Tell the feds to take mo' pictures I smile for the camera My niggas hold keys like janitors Throw Ds on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's Spend the whole day trynna take all my stamina Never that, still got more for Tamara Pusha's sex game no amateur, I come clean Jeru damage the scene The coupe got a mind of its own like Christine Murdering the block Half-past-blind-a-motherfucker be the time on the watch What you wanna do with me? King Powder Flow untouchable if you don't believe then homie you sniff me The scent still trapped in my clothes and I just came from over the stove So what you wanna spend? [Chorus: Pusha T] What your paper 'bout? Throw them Gs 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 This the limelight It's the car show She wanna joy ride, see how fast the car go Hot summer days, long Vegas nights We bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life [Verse 2: Malice] R-E-U-P G-A-N-G Word on the street girlfriend he stingy Yeah, rare like a Da Vinci Columns to the ceiling I'm dreamin', 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 rinse Next come the spin cycle The rims on that Benz get more spin than Michael I leave them hoes with an eyeful Malice be the truth like the Bible To the red bottom soles All they do is stare like I'm in a fishbowl Mad dragon I got the glow My public awaits I got to go [Chorus: Pusha T] What your paper 'bout? Throw them Gs 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 This the limelight It's the car show She wanna joy ride, see how fast the car go Hot summer days, long Vegas nights We bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life Money first, fast cars Out come the chicks of their panties and bras Come on I said, come on [Verse 3: Pusha T] I 3D it, if I say it, you can see it No red and blue lenses needed The red, white and blues in the chains make 'em pledge allegiance These 16s is undefeated now crown me It's the almighty duo You know critically acclaimed movin' weight like a sumo On my ditty bop, Play Cloths knitted top Clipse 3, title: Til the Casket Drops [Verse 4: Malice] And the boy got swagger Papa is a rolling stone, I'm Mick Jagger Don't wanna pick up the chrome, but might have to Anyone think they gon' dethrone the rapper Next chapter, us out in Vegas Breaking the bank just like we ball players And we all up in the majors Pushin' crack to a fault, San Andreas [Chorus: Pusha T] What your paper 'bout? Throw them Gs 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 This the limelight It's the car show She wanna joy ride, see how fast the car go Hot summer days, long Vegas nights We bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life What your paper 'bout? Throw them Gs 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 This the limelight It's the car show She wanna joy ride, see how fast the car go Hot summer days, long Vegas nights We bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life