The Game, Mele - God Speed lyrics

[The Game, Mele - God Speed lyrics]

Need y'all to understand what
I'm 'bout to do
Keep it gangsta in this
Lou Vuitton designer shoes
Front of club
Live stuntin' in that Masi coup
Then we gonna check China
See what king of diamonds do
Pass the kush that a y'all when
I will climb the roof
That nigga get down for me
Like I bought to shoot
Tell him it's money thing
My nigga signed a grill
The kid rabbis
Running trains like a monorail
We pop the spades, the bottle look like C3PO
Blowing that last security
Telling us to keep it low
But when you pay me for a walkthrough
This is what you need to know
We're smoking all night
Kid got a handle for me
To tell the owner that
Twelve bottles is mandatory
And we gon need a few
Ciroc and them gooses too
Shane go for green house and
Dream down to Houston too
Watch Himalaya eating shrimps while
I throw these ones
Jas drunk as fuck cause every time
I look he show his gun
Every time we in the strip club
He got the coldest one
Surrounded by killaz cause jade
Prince know his son
And I'm all 'ight with that cause
Rap a lot my fam
And every time he asks me can I dot dot? Yea
I can
Cause he been looking out for me
Before the trade co sign
And I was there with him and 2
When they heard that Drake's gon sign
But look at Drake now. Every time I
Need some he'd do it and say
Game hawl if you need some
And that's loyalty in the industry
That's full of snakes
When niggas send a bottle to your
Table just to show their face
And bitches stand there looking pretty just
To get a glass of ace
Most of these hoes dumb and they
Nothing but a ass and face
But if you are the one that's lucky
Enough to stand up on this couch
Make sure 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're never gon be J Lo
Nicki put you on that mike
Carl's got you thinking that
You on the right
Cause the fuck that nigga
In that white Porsche
But I got news for ya: 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 get his tennis on
My youngest got his tennis on
And you ain't never seen a four
Year old swaging in his farms
Now they wanna be him
Cause he rocking coliseums
Used to rock it for the fiends
Now he rock with Europeans
All out and doubling with
Them green bottles bubbling
Twins I call double men 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's surprised that she's sucking it
But don't be surprised that I'm fucking
Never cuff and always puffing
These bitches know who they fucking with
I'm the fucking shit, handsome ass nigga
Fuck with me, I fuck with her
You don't need ransom cash nigga
Now cancel that nigga like
My Blackberry service
Don't believe none of you niggas
Till the plaque start surfacin'
Niggas get nervous when we
Hop at them suburbans
Get the time wearin' rags around
Our heads like they're turbans
Half them niggas murking
I'm behind them Phantom curtains
Heading to grace though
My alibi is this Persian
Her alibi is this Asian
I call that a persuasion
From Hollywood lock-up to yelling
Out Brenda Spencer
Dumb bitch right here wanna know
Why the bottle green
I'm something like them golf niggas
I have seen a lot of green
Six hundred forty mill
About to play the lottery
A rich can't play twice, don't lie to me
Cause a donut trunking fish like
They eye to me
Ain't no lemon spending this money
I'm bout it bought it B
I'm hoodie's new rapper's try to be
Every new nigga that say
Fire becomes a prodigy
And you should honor me
And my jersey up short
We got a situation, nigga Jordan's
You don't know about my occupation
Nor about fucking these hoes
Nor I rock these Loubrettons and smoke
Till it's stuck in my toes
And I got your girl
In the comfortable clothes
I'm 'bout to take her lower what's
Right a point than my nose
It's money gang bitch
Now watch my company blow
And go from a hot logo to something you know
I'm in that Maseratti
Jordan's punching the floor
And you can act like you don't nigga, but

Even I'm going too fast, I'm doing too much
Shine it down all the time
When I'm in the club

Yea, I'm always in the zone
Chilling with a bad bitch and
She got nothing on
Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast

Going so fast, see, going so fast
Going too fast, so fast
Going too fast
God speed, it's like going too fast
So fast

Yea, I'm always in the zone
Chilling with a bad bitch and
She got nothing on
Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast

God speed
Going too fast
God speed, God speed
Said I'm going too fast, so fast

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