Fast Lane (feat. 2 Chainz)

Swervin’ in the fast lane

I hate gettin’ paid

New designers on the pavement

I hate gettin’ paid

But in the Mercedes, swear the crazy bitch

I don’t know her name

I’m lit up on my level

I’m lit up on my level

Swervin’ through the fast lane

I hate gettin’ paid

New designers on the pavement

I hate gettin’ paid

But in the Mercedes, swear the crazy bitch

I don’t know her name

It's lit up on my level

You can’t get up on my level

When I'm swervin’ through the fast lane

I hate gettin’ paid

New designers on the pavement

Dodging paparazzi

In the Mercedes, I got other whips

I tell you that my life’s the shit

I’m lit up on my level

You can’t get up on my level

Swervin' in my coupe with the paper plates (My paper)

Pockets full of cash (Cash)

I ain’t got no space (Yeah, yeah)

Off this .42, yeah, I’m on one

High off my supply 'cause I wanna

Look at myself in the mirror like, "Damn, you on you're level"

Pull up on the team right quick, I can’t get on my level

Beach house in Miami next to Bruno Mars

That’s what I like

Reaching for the stars

Swervin’ through the fast lane

I hate gettin’ paid

New designers on the pavement

I hate gettin’ paid

But in the Mercedes, swear the crazy bitch

I don’t know her name

It's lit up on my level

You can’t get up on my level

With pretty brown eyes

Tattoo on her thighs

Count her on the side

I’m 'bout to vandalize

Put her ass to sleep

Wake her up, reanalyze

It's forward me, yeah, I’m as real as advertised

I like it sanitized

With no panty line

Sex is a whip and I keep pistols on my side

Found my bitches car and wrote "I miss you" on the side

This right here is Dior with the Christian on the side, yah

Swervin’ through the fast lane

I hate gettin’ paid

New designers on the pavement

I hate gettin’ paid

But in the Mercedes, swear the crazy bitch

I don’t know her name

It's lit up on my level

You can’t get up on my level

When I'm swervin’ through the fast lane

I hate gettin’ paid

New designers on the pavement

Dodging paparazzi

In the Mercedes, I got other whips

I tell you that my life’s the shit

I’m lit up on my level

You can’t get up on my level