Lyrics Cam’ron – Fast Lane

Heatmakerz
You can turn the beat up though (Crack Music)
Tell you eight million stories, man
It’s all actual factual, nigga

In the club in L.A., me and Tito poppin’, yeah, we had a good night (Yeah, we did)
Walked up out of it, got approached by Suge Knight (Man, what’s up?)
He said I owed him money (For a 2Pac beat?), started screwin’
I said, «No, I don’t homie now tell me what we doin’?» (What we doin’?)
He said, «How you figure?» (Figure), I said, «I said so»
Tito flicked his knife, he was ready to go to death row (Swear to God)
I’m talkin’ kamikaze (‘Kaze), but we resolved it calmly (Calmly)
Everything I say is truth, I put that on my mommy (Word)
Like how I traffic for a living, nights we rolled out
Me and DukeDaGod used to take ’em over to Hov house (Swear)
Fear Damon Dash (Dash), 560 State Street
Lord Jamar was his neighbor, this the era of break beats (Killa)
We the risk takers, yeah, the trip takers
Brick breaker, dick taker, we the fuckin’ dictators (Yup)
Man, I’m sucka free (Free), this weed elevates me (Ha)
If you know me, well, raise your glass and celebrate (Yes)

Six digit cars in that fast lane
Girls still fightin’, they all want my last name
I love that money, baby, I love that money, baby
Meet me at the top, don’t act funny, baby
Six digit cars in that fast lane
Girls still fightin’, they all want my last name

Niggas be tellin’ now (Yup), singin’ like Dalvin did (Jodeci)
You outta style, I’m the style, I’m what stylin’ is (Paid in Full)
I broker Reebok, Stance Socks and Macy’s deal (Yes, I do)
I polly with hustlers, senators, Navy SEALs (Salute)
Shit, beef like a pool, we dive in it (In it)
Shh poker face, Kawhi Leonard
Homie, I made three mil’ in five minutes (That all?)
Five minutes, Brewster’s Millions, I’m tryna spend it (Ha)
Yeah, you know it’s me, see me I’m walkin’ poetry
Killa Season, season two, The Wire, off the boat for me (Me)
Still got some towns clickin’ (Clickin’), come hit the coast with me (ahh)
I stay bein’ somewhere, I ain’t supposed to be
I don’t play it safe (Nope), let’s hit eighth and race (Vroom)
My car like the barbecue, see the paper plates (new)
Bitches still love me (Yep), FaceTime they screenshottin’ (Shottin’)
I crack the safe, now call your friends, I took the team shoppin’ (Killa)

Six digit cars in that fast lane
Girls still fightin’, they all want my last name
I love that money, baby, I love that money, baby
Meet me at the top, don’t act funny, baby
Six digit cars in that fast lane
Girls still fightin’, they all want my last name
I love that money, baby, I love that money, baby
Meet me at the top, don’t act funny, baby (Baby)