God Speed

[Intro: DJ Skee]

When you hear that sound, you already know what time it is

I Only Drop classics and we back again with another one

The duo you love to hate

Live from Los Angeles The Game, I am (DJ SKEE)

[Verse: The Game]

I just want y'all to understand what I'm about to do

Keep it gangsta in this Louis Vuitton designer suit

In front of club Liv stuntin' in that Masi coupe

Then we're gonna check Chyna see what King of Diamonds do

Pass the kush to A.R. when I recline the roof

That nigga get down for me like I'm 'bout to shoot

Tell em' its Money Gang my nigga Sonic real

And Kid Red be running trains like a monorail

Introduce you to my team niggas you need to know

We popping spades the bottles look like C3PO

Blowing that loud security telling us to keep it low

But when you pay me for a walk through

This is what you need to know

We smoking all night Kev got a handle for me

And tell the owner that 12 bottles is mandatory

And we gon' need a few Cirocs and them Gooses too

Same go for Greenhouse and Dreams down in Houston too

Watching Malaya eating shrimp while I throw these ones

Jas drunk as fuck' cause every time I look he show his gun

Every time we at the strip club he got the coldest one

Surrounded by killers 'cause J-Prince know his son

And I'm aight with that 'cause Rap-A-Lot my fam

And every time J ask me can I dot dot? Yeah I can

'Cause he been looking out for me before the Drake co-sign

And I was there when him and Tune heard that Drake was gon' sign

But look at Drake now every time that I need something

He do it and say "Game holla if you need something"

And that's loyalty in an industry that's full of snakes

When niggas send a bottle to your table just to show they face

And bitches standing looking pretty just to get a glass of Ace

Most of these hoes dumb and ain't nothing but an ass and face

But if you are the ones thats lucky enough to stand up on this couch

Make sure as soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out

I hate you fake hoes I swear I hate you fake hoes

Your fake ass, your fake nose, you never gon' be J-Lo

Nicki put you on that Mike Kors got you thinking

That you on the right course to fuck the nigga in that white Porsche

But I got news for you, got a wifey and three kids at home

And I can't even start to count how many times we've been to Rome

My oldest kid is 10 and some my youngest got his tennis on

And you ain't never seen a 4 year old swaggin in his Foams

Now they wanna be him 'cause he rocking colosseums

Used to rock it for the fiends now he rock with Europeans

All out in Dublin with them green bottles bubbling

Twins I call doublemint, they calling me by my government

I swear to god that I'm loving it

I'm on the beach with Miss Dominican Republic

Even she surprised that she sucking it

But don't be surprised that I'm fucking

Never cuffing, always puffin', these bitches know who they fucking with

I'm the fucking shit, handsome ass nigga

Fuck with me I'll fuck with her you gon' need ransom cash nigga

Now cancel that nigga like my BlackBerry service

Don't believe none of you niggas till them plaques start servicing

Niggas get nervous when we hop out them Suburbans

Get to tying red rags around our head like they turbans

After niggas murk 'em, I'm behind the Phantoms curtains

Headed to Greystone, my alibi is this Persian

Her alibi is this Asian, I call that a persuasion

From Hollywood lock up to yelling out bring the spades in

Dumb bitch right here wanna know why the bottle green

I'm something like them golf niggas, I done seen a lot of green

640 mil 'bout to play the lottery

A rich nigga can't win twice? Don't lie to me

'Cause I'm Donald Trumpin,' Feds trying to eye on me

Ain't no limit in spending this money I'm bout it bout it P

I'm who these new rappers trying to be

Every new nigga that say 'five' becomes a prodigy

And you should honor me, hang my jersey up? Sure!

We got a situation, nigga Jersey shore

Know I'm 'bout my occupation, know I'm 'bout fucking these hoes

Know I rock them Louboutins and smoke til its stuck on my clothes

And I got your girl in her comfortable clothes

I'm 'bout to tickle her with what's right up under my nose

Its money gang bitch, now watch my company blow

And go from a hot logo to something you know

I'm in the Maserati, Jordans punching the floor

And you can act like you don't nigga, but...

[Outro: Mele]

Either I'm going too fast or doing too much

Shut it down all the time when I'm in the club

Ooohhhh, ooohhhh

Yeah I'm always in the zone chilling with a bad bitch

And she got nothing on, yeah I'm gonna do it, shut it down

Yeah I'm going too fast, so fast....