Speeding (remix)

[DJ Khaled]

Remix, Speedin' Remix, the movement

I introduced you to the projects, I introduced you to the hood

I introduced you to the ghet-to, I introduced you to Rick Ross

The Boss is back, Trilla

This the remix, Speedin' Remix (Ross got me Speedin' baby)

We the best

[Plies]

This for all my goons, workin' on pills

Speedin' to make me run in yo crib

Put they 'opper behind yo ear

Monkey suit, black mask, City Boy gear

Slippin' got a lot of niggaz whacked this year

Been up two days straight homie, no sleep

Ridin' with choppers lurkin' fo' deep

Jumpin' out on the first thing, look sweet

Double 'stangs got the goons grittin' teeth

Car full of throw away big boy heat

Two brand new K's hangin' off seats

Yeah it got me Speedin' all week

[Birdman]

G4 straight from the N.O.

We get money, stay fly till the next show

We got money, stay fly till we get mo'

We got bitches, high rollin' with this cash flow

Put the H in the hood

Put a one on the good

Put a slab on the wood

Shit, me and Ross doin' good

One hundred million dollars nigga, hangin' in the hood

[Busta Rhymes]

Check, I'm doin' donuts in the streets (Streets), pedal to the glass (Glass)

My lord have Murci�lago max on the dash

Speedin' niggaz can't see me in the blink of a flash

You got to slow motion to flick so you can see me when I pass

You know just what to do when you see me give me my cash

When I pull up drop the bags of bread then I'm doing a dash

No confusion understand no gimmicks

Duke is like the Autobahn, disregardin' the speed limits

Fast life, fast broads, let's get it fast buddy

Fast food, fast cars, we gettin' fast money

F**k the talk we been doin' this, heat it up

And when you bringin' me my cake you better speed it up

[Hook - R. Kelly with DJ Drama ad-libs]

Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs

Speeeeed, Speedin'

Speeeeed, I'm speedin'

I can't stop it's all I know

From a young'n I was taught to get dough

Speeeeed, Speedin'

Speeeeed, I'm speedin'

[Webbie]

It's all a big ricky in my brand new Bentley

Doing a buck fifty finna to get another meal ticket

I ain't bein' funny I don't see the competition

Since a young'n get the money all I ever comprehended

Business hall ass, ball 'til you fall yeah

Y'all sit on y'all ass, now I see why y'all mad

I'm leaving y'all ass, I ain't seein' y'all ass

Ever cross that line I'm puttin' three in y'all face, speedin'

[Gorilla Zoe]

Seventeen five, god damn lie

Country niggaz payin' damn near twenty five

Who gon' pick 'em up, pick 'em up first flight

Call Ricky Ross, hell yeah high five

Throw them in the trunk (Trunk) I'll tape them to the fender (Fender)

Scrapin' off the plate like a nigga's eatin' dinner

I'm speedin' shorty you trippin'

If you see the blue lights homie I'm dippin'

[Fat Joe]

Niggaz want hood rep the hood back

Shit Joey the Don they call me Cook Crack

If you look at 'em wrong you get it pushed back

From rags to riches and never look back

I'm watchin' pelicans fly me and Rick racin' Diddy on boats

Throwin' money in the air and you niggaz is jokes

New York, New York big city of dreams

I'm a hustler baby I'm addicted to CREAM

I'm talking money, cars, hoes, bitches

Cap a damn suit let the feds take pictures

Eighty eight pose just me and my niggaz

Thank god for that white if you feelin' religious

[Torch]

I grew up on the crime side the New York time side

Nickel and dimes to survive

Fresh out the can, million dollar plans

Tryin' to triple up that weed money Know'm sayin'

Precise with the white pirates a job my job to make it hard

Only way up out the hood rap, crack, or playin' ball

Ain't nobody touchin' the plate if I ain't eatin'

F**k it hand me two twenty on the dash let me see it, Torch

[Gun Play]

Rest in peace Chad Butler, I'll see you when I get there

But for now I'm doin' ninety in a cigarette with bitches

Lookin' back on last year laughin' at the mirror

I'm on TV, I look a little clearer

You look a little worried, chill and come and smell the money in the bag

I'm a crash, too many hundreds on the dash

Killer come ride with me, know what I mean, holla at me

Trilla, Gun Play, triple c I'm outta here

[Hook - R. Kelly with DJ Bigga Rankin ad-libs]

[Flo Rida]

Flo Rida, I was born to digital dash

I go ghetto miles per hour, no speed pass

A Dale Earn knock out my momma pregnant as fast

They said that he my daddy

It's "Good Times" Junior NASCAR but in a caddy

Speedin' this time the snitches won't tell

I was MTV when the ball dropped playa

Tila in my tequila before I struck out the twelve

Big Apple with apple bottoms the haters can go to hell

Number one on billboard, Mr. Rubber Band boy

Like a boy-yoy-yoing, bounce back in my tom force

Got the nitro in the Ford, Alicia Keys with the chords

Fast cars, I want more

[Brisco]

I'm livin' life in the fast lane with no L's or brakes

Why should I care about tomorrow when I'm doin' it today

No insurance on the Chevy but it's OK

Tell them catch me if they can while I'm speedin' away

Ridin' H.O.V., I'm sprayin' nitrous so they can't see me

See me I'm P.O.E.

Everytime I come around

And I would if I could but I can't slow down

[Rick Ross]

What they need just to give a nigga life

Give him twenty years just to feed a nigga rice

Put me in a hole just to let me see the light

Cuz some niggaz out here free ain't even livin' right

Five star G's, my car lease

If we gotta eat puttin' H on the streets

Heroin haven, heroin graven

You would think I was a heroin baby

It's a new year, new year, new money, money

New Louie shoes and they cost a few hundred

Left the tip case still bought them new Tommy's

Got mo' scrilla for niggaz with new drama, Boss

[Lil' Wayne]

Young Money, hookin' up with Ross

Top way back left foot up out the Porsche

Right foot flat, I'm good up in the Porsche

Err, there go Shaq tryin' to pull up on the Porsche

But I burn that cop on my way to Opa-Locka

Brisco holla back, I'll be at here in fact

Like I left somethin' soon as I left somethin'

Told me go to Damon's and just go and Weezy F somethin'

Ferrari F run Lamborghini test run

They call me weather man I make it rain and my chest sunny

Yes honey I don't give a damn about the rest honey

Cash Money, Young Money never ever less money

All we do is get money, all we do is bet money

All we do is let money, go and get money

Now that's money, Young Weezy

[*Beat stops*]

Baby, ha ha

And this was the remix baby