That Fast (feat. Gucci Mane & DJ Battle) - Blackway

Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (So Icy, so Icy) Seytoba baby I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive a sports car, bitch, put 'em Bapes to the gas If you scared go to church 'cause I'm finna drive fast Throwing cash out the brain of a '74 Oldsmo There no mojo he need to get some mo do Cornerstore, Amaco, bought a crist to flat show Niggas want that wola shawty meet right by Grocian Road East side up, put them E's in the air If you smoking Bubba Kush, put them trees in the air I'm smoking on that kush so it's stankin' up my car They call me twinkle twinkle 'cuase they know that I'm a star I told her come here then I didn't say shit 'Cause my ice talk for me, I don't need no broke bitch I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow Gucci fish, shoes and a purse too Steala of yo' chain, turn yo' watch to Starburst too Put them Lemon Heads in yo' ears Put them Fruity Pebbles in yo' fingers Now you're envied by yo' peers and I'ma get yo ass in shape All that Gucci Louie Chong got yo' ass loosin' weight (Leanin') Gucci Mane got you straight, huh? You know he got that cake, gave it to her first date I'ma ride down the block like a damn X Pill Standin' tall on them sixes like some damn high heels I'ma roll down the block like a damn X Pill Standin' tall on them sixes like some damn high heels I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow Yeah Rose, red Mikey's wit Bapes, On some pharaoh shit, bitches feedin' niggas grapes I'ma buy some hot wings but I could buy steak But I'm good wit a trout, bitch a model too fake They toyin' on the beat, so you know they gone hate Had that Tony Tiger Kush, man that shit smoke great Got that water bumpin' talented I think I can do it Drop me and yo' body fill wit them other fluid Trappa slash rappa but a full time G Smokin' purp wit my boys, 'bout 2 or 3 P's I'm a trappa slash rappa but a full time G Smokin' purp wit my boys, 'bout 2 or 3 P's

Me and money go together Loved her since I first met her If you touch her I get jealous She do just what I tell her Me and money go together Loved her since I first met her If you touch her I get jealous She do just what I tell her Now the suckas on the side Lookin' mighty jealous I'm ridin' wit the fellas Only 22inch propellers It ain't nothin' you can tell us Your girl tryna get near it You talk a lot, I can't hear it She's curious and I'm serious Drop by in a drop benz So get money til' the world ends So still face I won't been So get a ring and call the fellas 'Cause me and money go together We go anywhere the money let us I love her like my favorite sweater Me and money got a sick bun I'm out these sick stones Got me all these bad hoes Got me out on six bunz Me and money go together Loved her since I first met her If you touch her I get jealous She do just what I tell her Me and money go together Loved her since I first met her (loved her since I first met her) If you touch her I get jealous (if you touch her I get jealous) She do just what I tell her Started this shit out on holy matrimony If we break up she gon' charge me alimony And if they find out our hideout spot in the country I'ma have to move her to another country And it no secret, they know I'm gettin' money Boy take beef for me an' you know I'm gettin' money I came ready to play like superbowl sunday Laughin' all the way to the bank like I shit funny I play the cards I was dealt like in gin rummy But its trumped so you know I gotta go for doubles Me and money tell the truth we make a good couple Break her wit my girlfriend then I'm in trouble Me and money go together Loved her since I first met her If you touch her I get jealous She do just what I tell her Me and money go together Loved her since I first met her If you touch her I get jealous She do just what I tell her She my girlfriend so we sleep together Got a hundred grand in my fuckin' pillow And if I have a problem than I go and get her But tell the truth you know I'm right here rhymin' wit her She stay wit me sunny or rainy weather She really help a nigga get his life together My money, I hope you'll be my wife forever Make a hater sick, he'll have to take an alka-seltzer Baby we gon' tie the knot like a fuckin' pretzel Make a hundred mil' and tell them they can have the extra Take a picture wit my girl, don't we look successful I keep that bitch wit me so my life is never stressful Me and money go together Loved her since I first met her If you touch her I get jealous She do just what I tell her Me and money go together Loved her since I first met her If you touch her I get jealous She do just what I tell her

Got dogs on the chains don't let em get loose Sippin rich man juice thats a fo and a deuce All my cars ain't got no roof And I plead not guilty they ain't got no proof Look in my closet I ain't got no suits Two thousand dollar shirt, four thousand dollar boots Broke ass nigga ain't got no clue I'm so rich I could buy yo troops Gucci going broke? You a god damn fool Bitch so bad I'mma put her through school These rap niggas dont move like me When I move hundred y'all niggas gone move You can run up but what it gon' prove? Gucci Mane put you on the god damn news Whole lotta ice and buncha tattoos If ya choose me baby than ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh) Gotta bitch so bad, look ya give her note pad Write it down on the book cause the bitch so bad Front seat of the jag and her boyfriend mad Sliding down South Beach with the Georgia tag Swag so bad she'll ignore yo ass Bossed up bitch employ yo ass Red bottom heels and they match her bag And she ridin' round the city just droppin' off swag Real fat ass, do you got a man? I gotta ask I gotta ask Hunned yard dash for the cash I threw And my car so fast I'll lose yo ass Ho so bad that she got you blinded Kill her with kindness ya buyin her diamonds Oh my I like the way you bend Bitch so fine I'mma move her in Hold up stop man damn I'm trippin' Last thing I need to do is move that bitch in Game work good, and real soon What can I say baby I'mma tycoon Gucci Mane I ain't finna jump no broom But tell ya girlfriend she can jump in too Whole lotta ice and bunch of tattoos If ya choose me baby then ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh)