Livin' In the Fast Lane

Ah baby In the fast lane Ain't nothin' movin' slow Always on the go In the fast lane Check me out Runnin' the streets Playin' ya game Everybody knows ya face Respects ya name There's an art to the way You make ya cash But you gotta be smart To make it last Talk about fly girls And four door cars And runnin' up bills In high class bars It goes with the job It's part of the date If you choose To live your life that way In the fast lane, come on! Money Cash money Money Cash money You're a fly kid Livin' high on the hog Got a lot of money, ain't got no job Your daddy's rich Your momma's good lookin' Got a live-in maid to do all the cookin' Poverty never on your mind Cause you can spend 500 at the drop of a dime Watch da young ladies that say they're true Cause they'll play you for a sucker and jerk you, too Just take a look at your friends, don't be a dummy Cause all they want is your money You always gotta watch the things you do Cause everyone's got their eyes on you You're in the spotlight, your life is a show But there's one thing that I'd like to know When it's all gone, where ya gonna be? Cause you're out of touch with reality Livin' in the fast lane Money Cold cold cash Talkin' bout Money Cold cold cash Cash money Give a hit y'all Forget about a nickel, give me a dime What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine Like, easy come easy go If I don't get my cash go flow I made my cold cash in the fast fast lane And if I lose it baby then I'm to blame Don Perione, Filet minon, Lovin' the afternoon, da babydoll If you could buy, I know you'd try, A condo on the moon Movin' fast, movin' fast, Movin' fast, movin' In the fast lane Movin' fast, movin' fast Movin' fast, movin'