[{"id":22384384,"name":"Too Fast (Pull Over)","trackName":"Too Fast (Pull Over)","artistName":"Jay Rock","albumName":"Too Fast (Pull Over)","duration":226.542063,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nMami, mami\nAy dios mío, mami\nYeah\nAy dios mío (Mustard on the beat, ho)\n\nMove it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)\nUpdate, time to V8 the motor (motor)\nEverybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)\nUpdate, I ain't never told no one (hey)\nNo sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)\nNo stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)\nJumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar)\nI can see you niggas startin' over\n\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nYes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (yes, Lord)\nI was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-\n\nSix trey, rag top with the candy paint\nIn your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae\nNiggas actin' animated, I might have to draw the weapon (on the set)\nSend a stepper up the stairway to heaven (I'm a vet)\n\nPut a pole dancer in a Mercedes\nShe wanna watch P Valley and go half on a baby\nI had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket\nSpace in my waist for the rocket, don't get out of pocket\n\nYep, yeah, you don't want that\nIt's givin' what it's givin', no kizzy\nI ain't never seen an ass like that, stomach on snatch\nSwinging 1942 with a baseball bat (rock)\n\nI send 'em home runnin'\nThe brain ain't grade A, I don't know nothin' (I don't know none)\nNiggas talkin' heavy, this a feather on my wing\nVVS diamond, Eastside Johnny, I'm him (I mean)\n\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nYes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\nI was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the- (Latto)\n\nSittin' behind five percent tint (yeah)\nMight pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent\nWe ain't blood, we ain't kin, don't be calling me, \"Sis'\" (what?)\nFirst bitch sneak diss, first block get bent\n\nBig Latto, not the little one (yeah)\nBitches want a come up, ain't gon' give 'em one (yeah)\nPull up in the, \"Skrrt,\" then I pull off in a different one (uh-huh)\nA bigger one, expensive one, the Lamby or somethin'\nPut a switch on that ass like a granny or somethin'\n\nNiggas gettin' knocked out, signed to RCA, but I be feelin' like a Top Dawg\nProbably gettin' topped off somewhere with the top off\nNever did the talkin', always been the one they talk 'bout (whoa)\nPull over, that ass too fat (too fat)\nFuck 'em good, pat myself on the back (uh-huh)\nThis a hell of a cat, no scat (skrrt)\nI look like a Barbie, act just like a Brat\n\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nYes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\nI was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-\n\nPakaveli, Pakaveli, I done died and went to heaven\nCame back in the 1963 Chevy with the gold Pirellis\nI just wanted somethin' better, anything to feed my belly\nNow I got the seat at the table, ain't shit you can tell me\n\nBaby, I'm a whole problem\nPut a lot of people on\nGotta keep a, keep a round\nDon't panic when I hit the-hit the bomb up\n\nI was up dumb late, waitin' for bag, chasin'\nA birdie on my shoulder told me, \"Slow up\nIt's about patience\"\nFourth quarter, throwin' lobs out of desperation (I was lost, nigga)\nThat's why I love you, girl (I swear to God)\nPour the SelvaRay all on you, girl (let's go)\n\nMove it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)\nUpdate, time to V8 the motor (motor)\nEverybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)\nUpdate, I ain't never told no one (hey)\nNo sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)\nNo stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)\nJumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar)\nI can see you niggas startin' over\n\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nYes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\nI was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.80] Yeah\n[00:09.36] Mami, mami\n[00:13.40] Ay dios mío, mami\n[00:15.39] Yeah\n[00:16.46] Ay dios mío (Mustard on the beat, ho)\n[00:18.18] Move it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)\n[00:19.77] Update, time to V8 the motor (motor)\n[00:22.22] Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)\n[00:24.42] Update, I ain't never told no one (hey)\n[00:26.57] No sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)\n[00:28.76] No stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)\n[00:30.84] Jumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar)\n[00:33.26] I can see you niggas startin' over\n[00:36.01] Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n[00:38.26] Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n[00:40.48] Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (yes, Lord)\n[00:42.86] I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-\n[00:44.85] Six trey, rag top with the candy paint\n[00:47.03] In your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae\n[00:48.94] Niggas actin' animated, I might have to draw the weapon (on the set)\n[00:51.80] Send a stepper up the stairway to heaven (I'm a vet)\n[00:53.88] Put a pole dancer in a Mercedes\n[00:55.64] She wanna watch P Valley and go half on a baby\n[00:57.79] I had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket\n[01:00.23] Space in my waist for the rocket, don't get out of pocket\n[01:02.88] Yep, yeah, you don't want that\n[01:04.81] It's givin' what it's givin', no kizzy\n[01:06.56] I ain't never seen an ass like that, stomach on snatch\n[01:08.95] Swinging 1942 with a baseball bat (rock)\n[01:11.96] I send 'em home runnin'\n[01:13.42] The brain ain't grade A, I don't know nothin' (I don't know none)\n[01:16.05] Niggas talkin' heavy, this a feather on my wing\n[01:18.24] VVS diamond, Eastside Johnny, I'm him (I mean)\n[01:20.82] Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n[01:23.14] Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n[01:25.30] Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n[01:27.60] Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n[01:29.71] Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n[01:32.02] Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n[01:34.23] Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\n[01:36.79] I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the- (Latto)\n[01:38.68] Sittin' behind five percent tint (yeah)\n[01:40.07] Might pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent\n[01:42.15] We ain't blood, we ain't kin, don't be calling me, \"Sis'\" (what?)\n[01:44.40] First bitch sneak diss, first block get bent\n[01:46.83] Big Latto, not the little one (yeah)\n[01:48.14] Bitches want a come up, ain't gon' give 'em one (yeah)\n[01:49.96] Pull up in the, \"Skrrt,\" then I pull off in a different one (uh-huh)\n[01:51.89] A bigger one, expensive one, the Lamby or somethin'\n[01:54.08] Put a switch on that ass like a granny or somethin'\n[01:56.80] Niggas gettin' knocked out, signed to RCA, but I be feelin' like a Top Dawg\n[02:00.49] Probably gettin' topped off somewhere with the top off\n[02:02.66] Never did the talkin', always been the one they talk 'bout (whoa)\n[02:05.64] Pull over, that ass too fat (too fat)\n[02:08.09] Fuck 'em good, pat myself on the back (uh-huh)\n[02:10.29] This a hell of a cat, no scat (skrrt)\n[02:12.14] I look like a Barbie, act just like a Brat\n[02:14.50] Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n[02:17.16] Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n[02:19.19] Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n[02:21.57] Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n[02:23.69] Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n[02:25.84] Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n[02:28.10] Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\n[02:30.42] I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-\n[02:32.49] Pakaveli, Pakaveli, I done died and went to heaven\n[02:34.61] Came back in the 1963 Chevy with the gold Pirellis\n[02:37.02] I just wanted somethin' better, anything to feed my belly\n[02:39.00] Now I got the seat at the table, ain't shit you can tell me\n[02:41.53] Baby, I'm a whole problem\n[02:44.05] Put a lot of people on\n[02:46.20] Gotta keep a, keep a round\n[02:48.32] Don't panic when I hit the-hit the bomb up\n[02:50.42] I was up dumb late, waitin' for bag, chasin'\n[02:53.75] A birdie on my shoulder told me, \"Slow up\n[02:56.52] It's about patience\"\n[02:58.36] Fourth quarter, throwin' lobs out of desperation (I was lost, nigga)\n[03:02.20] That's why I love you, girl (I swear to God)\n[03:05.39] Pour the SelvaRay all on you, girl (let's go)\n[03:08.45] Move it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)\n[03:10.18] Update, time to V8 the motor (motor)\n[03:12.49] Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)\n[03:14.95] Update, I ain't never told no one (hey)\n[03:17.04] No sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)\n[03:19.24] No stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)\n[03:21.34] Jumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar)\n[03:23.64] I can see you niggas startin' over\n[03:26.58] Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n[03:28.74] Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n[03:31.01] Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n[03:33.27] Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n[03:35.42] Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n[03:37.62] Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n[03:39.84] Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\n[03:42.16] I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-\n[03:44.47] 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Update, time to V8 the motor (motor)\n  Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)\n  Update, I ain't never told no one (hey)\n  No sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)\n  No stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)\n  Jumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar)\n  I can see you niggas startin' over\n\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (yes, Lord)\n  I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-\n\n  Six trey, rag top with the candy paint\n  In your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae\n  Niggas actin' animated, I might have to draw the weapon (on the set)\n  Send a stepper up the stairway to heaven (I'm a vet)\n\n  Put a pole dancer in a Mercedes\n  She wanna watch P Valley and go half on a baby\n  I had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket\n  Space in my waist for the rocket, don't get out of pocket\n\n  Yep, yeah, you don't want 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I done died and went to heaven\n  Came back in the 1963 Chevy with the gold Pirellis\n  I just wanted somethin' better, anything to feed my belly\n  Now I got the seat at the table, ain't shit you can tell me\n\n  Baby, I'm a whole problem\n  Put a lot of people on\n  Gotta keep a, keep a round\n  Don't panic when I hit the-hit the bomb up\n\n  I was up dumb late, waitin' for bag, chasin'\n  A birdie on my shoulder told me, \"Slow up\n  It's about patience\"\n  Fourth quarter, throwin' lobs out of desperation (I was lost, nigga)\n  That's why I love you, girl (I swear to God)\n  Pour the SelvaRay all on you, girl (let's go)\n\n  Move it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)\n  Update, time to V8 the motor (motor)\n  Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)\n  Update, I ain't never told no one (hey)\n  No sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)\n  No stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)\n  Jumpin' out the moon roof to the solar 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somewhere where with the top off\nNever did the talking, always been the one they talk 'bout (whoa)\nPull over, that ass too fat (too fat)\nFuck 'em good, pat myself on the back (uh-huh)\nThis a hell of a cat, no scatt (skrrt)\nI look like a Barbie, act just like a brat\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nPull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\nHit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\nYes Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\nI was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the\nMakaveli, pack a valley\nI done died and went to Heaven\nCame back in the 1963 Chevy with gold Pirellis\nI just wanted something better, anything to feed my belly\nNow I got the seat at the table, ain't shit you can tell me (yeah)\nBaby, I'm a whole problem (baby, I'm a whole)\nPut a lotta people on (put a lotta people on)\nGotta keep a, keep a round (gotta keep a, keep a 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candy paint\n  In your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae\n  Niggas acting animated, I might have to draw the weapon (on the set)\n  Send a stepper up the stairway to Heaven (I'm a vet)\n  Put up pole dancer in a Mercedes\n  She wanna watch P Valley and go half on a baby\n  I had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket\n  Space in my waist for the rocket, don't get out pocket\n  Yep, yeah, you don't want that\n  It's giving what it's giving, no kizzy\n  I ain't never seen an ass like that\n  Stomach on snatch, swinging 1942 like a baseball bat (Rock)\n  I send 'em home running\n  The brain ain't grade A, I don't know nothing (I don't know nothing)\n  Niggas talking heavy, this a feather on my wing\n  Vvs diamond, Eastside, Johnny, I'm him (I mean)\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Yes Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\n  I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the (Latto)\n  Sitting behind five percent tint (yeah)\n  Might pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent\n  We ain't blood, we ain't kin, don't be be calling me, \"Sis\" (what?)\n  First bitch sneak diss, first block get bent (bent)\n  Latto not a little one (yeah)\n  Bitches want a come up, ain't gon give 'em one (yeah)\n  Pull up in the skrrt then I pull off in a different one (uh-huh)\n  A bigger one, expensive one, a Lamb-ie or something (what?)\n  Put a switch on that ass like a granny or something (brrt)\n  Niggas getting knocked out\n  Signed to RCA but I be feeling like a Top Dawg\n  Probably getting topped off somewhere where with the top off\n  Never did the talking, always been the one they talk 'bout (whoa)\n  Pull over, that ass too fat (too fat)\n  Fuck 'em good, pat myself on the back (uh-huh)\n  This a hell of a cat, no scatt (skrrt)\n  I look 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152490\n- text: Pakaveli, Pakaveli, I done died and went to heaven\n  start_ms: 152490\n  end_ms: 154610\n- text: Came back in the 1963 Chevy with the gold Pirellis\n  start_ms: 154610\n  end_ms: 157020\n- text: I just wanted somethin' better, anything to feed my belly\n  start_ms: 157020\n  end_ms: 159000\n- text: Now I got the seat at the table, ain't shit you can tell me\n  start_ms: 159000\n  end_ms: 161530\n- text: Baby, I'm a whole problem\n  start_ms: 161530\n  end_ms: 164050\n- text: Put a lot of people on\n  start_ms: 164050\n  end_ms: 166200\n- text: Gotta keep a, keep a round\n  start_ms: 166200\n  end_ms: 168320\n- text: Don't panic when I hit the-hit the bomb up\n  start_ms: 168320\n  end_ms: 170420\n- text: I was up dumb late, waitin' for bag, chasin'\n  start_ms: 170420\n  end_ms: 173750\n- text: A birdie on my shoulder told me, \"Slow up\n  start_ms: 173750\n  end_ms: 176520\n- text: It's about patience\"\n  start_ms: 176520\n  end_ms: 178360\n- text: Fourth quarter, throwin' lobs out of desperation (I was lost, nigga)\n  start_ms: 178360\n  end_ms: 182200\n- text: That's why I love you, girl (I swear to God)\n  start_ms: 182200\n  end_ms: 185390\n- text: Pour the SelvaRay all on you, girl (let's go)\n  start_ms: 185390\n  end_ms: 188450\n- text: Move it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)\n  start_ms: 188450\n  end_ms: 190180\n- text: Update, time to V8 the motor (motor)\n  start_ms: 190180\n  end_ms: 192490\n- text: Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)\n  start_ms: 192490\n  end_ms: 194950\n- text: Update, I ain't never told no one (hey)\n  start_ms: 194950\n  end_ms: 197040\n- text: No sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)\n  start_ms: 197040\n  end_ms: 199240\n- text: No stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)\n  start_ms: 199240\n  end_ms: 201340\n- text: Jumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar)\n  start_ms: 201340\n  end_ms: 203640\n- text: I can see you niggas startin' over\n  start_ms: 203640\n  end_ms: 206580\n- text: Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  start_ms: 206580\n  end_ms: 208740\n- text: Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  start_ms: 208740\n  end_ms: 211010\n- text: Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  start_ms: 211010\n  end_ms: 213270\n- text: Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  start_ms: 213270\n  end_ms: 215420\n- text: Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  start_ms: 215420\n  end_ms: 217620\n- text: Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  start_ms: 217620\n  end_ms: 219840\n- text: Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\n  start_ms: 219840\n  end_ms: 222160\n- text: I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-\n  start_ms: 222160\n  end_ms: 224470\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 224470\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Mami, mami\n  Ay dios mío, mami\n  Yeah\n  Ay dios mío (Mustard on the beat, ho)\n\n  Move it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)\n  Update, time to V8 the motor (motor)\n  Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)\n  Update, I ain't never told no one (hey)\n  No sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)\n  No stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)\n  Jumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar)\n  I can see you niggas startin' over\n\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (yes, Lord)\n  I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-\n\n  Six trey, rag top with the candy paint\n  In your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae\n  Niggas actin' animated, I might have to draw the weapon (on the set)\n  Send a stepper up the stairway to heaven (I'm a vet)\n\n  Put a pole dancer in a Mercedes\n  She wanna watch P Valley and go half on a baby\n  I had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket\n  Space in my waist for the rocket, don't get out of pocket\n\n  Yep, yeah, you don't want that\n  It's givin' what it's givin', no kizzy\n  I ain't never seen an ass like that, stomach on snatch\n  Swinging 1942 with a baseball bat (rock)\n\n  I send 'em home runnin'\n  The brain ain't grade A, I don't know nothin' (I don't know none)\n  Niggas talkin' heavy, this a feather on my wing\n  VVS diamond, Eastside Johnny, I'm him (I mean)\n\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\n  I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the- (Latto)\n\n  Sittin' behind five percent tint (yeah)\n  Might pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent\n  We ain't blood, we ain't kin, don't be calling me, \"Sis'\" (what?)\n  First bitch sneak diss, first block get bent\n\n  Big Latto, not the little one (yeah)\n  Bitches want a come up, ain't gon' give 'em one (yeah)\n  Pull up in the, \"Skrrt,\" then I pull off in a different one (uh-huh)\n  A bigger one, expensive one, the Lamby or somethin'\n  Put a switch on that ass like a granny or somethin'\n\n  Niggas gettin' knocked out, signed to RCA, but I be feelin' like a Top Dawg\n  Probably gettin' topped off somewhere with the top off\n  Never did the talkin', always been the one they talk 'bout (whoa)\n  Pull over, that ass too fat (too fat)\n  Fuck 'em good, pat myself on the back (uh-huh)\n  This a hell of a cat, no scat (skrrt)\n  I look like a Barbie, act just like a Brat\n\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\n  I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-\n\n  Pakaveli, Pakaveli, I done died and went to heaven\n  Came back in the 1963 Chevy with the gold Pirellis\n  I just wanted somethin' better, anything to feed my belly\n  Now I got the seat at the table, ain't shit you can tell me\n\n  Baby, I'm a whole problem\n  Put a lot of people on\n  Gotta keep a, keep a round\n  Don't panic when I hit the-hit the bomb up\n\n  I was up dumb late, waitin' for bag, chasin'\n  A birdie on my shoulder told me, \"Slow up\n  It's about patience\"\n  Fourth quarter, throwin' lobs out of desperation (I was lost, nigga)\n  That's why I love you, girl (I swear to God)\n  Pour the SelvaRay all on you, girl (let's go)\n\n  Move it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)\n  Update, time to V8 the motor (motor)\n  Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)\n  Update, I ain't never told no one (hey)\n  No sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)\n  No stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)\n  Jumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar)\n  I can see you niggas startin' over\n\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)\n  Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)\n  Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)\n  I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-\n"}]