| | Speedin' (Remix) Lyrics Artist(Band):Rick Ross
[DJ Khaled] Remix. Speedin' Remix. The movement. I introduce you to the projects! I introduce you to the hood! I introduce you to the ghetto! I introduce you to Rick Ross! The boss is back. Trilla! This the remix! Speedin' remix! We the best! [Plies] This for all my Goons, lurkin' on pills Speedin' to make me run in yo’ crib Put they offer behind yo’ ear Monkey suit, black mask, Cityboy gear Slippin', got a lot of niggas 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-stacks 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] G-4, straight from the N.O. We gettin' money, stay fly 'til the next show We got money, stay fly 'til 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 A hundred million dollars, nigga, hangin' in the hood [Busta Rhymes] I'm doin' donuts in the street, pedal to the glass My lord of Murcielago maxed on the dash Speedin' niggas can't see me in the blink of a flash You gotta slow-motion the flick so you can see me when I pass You know just what to do when you see me; gimme’ my cash When I pull up, drop the bags of bread, then I'm doing the 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 Fuck the talk, we been doing this; eat it up And when you bringin' me my cake, you better speed it up [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin. I'm speedin' I can't stop, it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get dough I'm speedin', speedin', I'm speedin' [Webbie] Just call me Big Ricky in my brand new Bentley Doing a buck-fifty, finna’ to get another mill' tickets I ain't bein' funny, I don't see the competition Since a youngin', get the money all I ever comprehended Business, haul 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 Never cross that line put 3 in y'all face [Gorilla Zoe] Seventeen-five; goddamn lie Country niggas playin' 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; nah, tape ‘em to the 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] Niggas want hood? Rep the hood back Shit, Joey the Don, they call me Cooked Crack If you look at him wrong, you get it pushed back From rags to riches and never looked back I'm watchin' pelicans fly, me and Rick racin’ Diddy on boats Throwin' money in the air and you niggas is jokes New York, New York; big city of dreams I'm a hustla, baby, I'm addicted to cream I'm talkin’ money, cars, hoes, bitches Cappadon suit, let the feds take pictures Eighty-eight pose; just me and my niggas Thank god for that white if you feelin' religious [Torch] I grew up on the crime side; the New York Times side Nickel and dimed to survive Fresh out the can, million dollar plan Tryin' to triple up that weed money, ‘nah I'm sayin' Precise with the white, pirates a job; my job to make it haul Only way up out the hood: rap, crack, or playin' ball Ain't nobody touchin' the plate if I ain't eatin' Fuck it, hand me 220 on the dash, let me see it [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 wit’ 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 smell the money in the bag I'm a crash..too many hundreds on the dash Killah come ride with me... nah I mean... holla at me Trilla, Gun Play, Triple C, I'm outta here [Chorus] [Flo-Rida] I got on the digital dash; I go ghetto miles per hour, no speed pass I Dale Earn’, I got my mama 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. Rubberband boy Like a boi-yoing-yoing by smackin’ my tongue forward; got that stuff I coudn't afford Alicia Keys wit’ the chords; fast cars… [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 okay Tell ‘em catch me if they can while I'm speedin' away Ride in 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] Indict me just to give a nigga life Gimme twenty years just to feed a nigga rice Put me in a hole just to let me see the light There's some niggas out here free ain't even livin' right Five-star G's; my car leased If we got the heat, puttin' H on the streets Heroin haven, heroin-cravin’ You would think I was a heroin baby It's a new year (new year), new money New Louie shoes and they cost a few hundred Left the tip case, still bought them new Tommy's Got more scrilla for niggas with new dramas [Lil' Wayne] Young Money, hookin' up wit’ Ross Top way back, left foot up out the Porsche Right foot flat, I'm good up in the Porsche Ohh, there go’ Shaq tryin' to pull up on the Porsche But I burn that cop on my way to Opa-Lock Brisco, holla back; I'll be outta 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-runnin’, Lamborghini test-run They call me Weather Man, I make it rain and my chest sunny Got your 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 Weeeeezzzzyyyyyyyyy, baby And this was the remix, babyyyyyyy If you find some error in Speedin' (Remix) Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? 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