Lyrics Young Scooter – Fast Living

Yeah
Chouphouze on the track
YSL, BMG, you dig?

Fast cars, bad bitches

Scooter you goin’ broke, they say you flex too much
Got a letter from the casino, say I bet too much
All my juggs complained last week, say I stretched it too much
I can make a half a M, nigga, less than two months
Ace gave my first five racks, ten years old
He the first nigga I probably ever seen with a whole
Shit I grew up on the block, with a rock, young Hov
I got six spots, every room got three or four stoves
I done burnt the streets up to the third degree
I got real OGs like Spook and Will with me
Rich young niggas with me, Slime and YB
I get you knocked off, nigga, please don’t try me (Street)

Fast cars, bad bitches
Money, cars, fast livin’ (Yeah)
Credit cards, dope dealin’ (Yeah)
Too much flexin’, gon’ end up broke nigga (Flex)
Fast cars, fake niggas
The streets is super dirty, so you can’t trust niggas (Nah)
Money, cars, bail flippin’ (Yeah)

My partner made a million off the credit card
Plus another half-a-million off the money orders
Overseas plug, send ’em ‘cross the Florida waters
But you know the prices double when they get to Georgia
Aston Martin, fast car
I’m that nigga who bough your baby mama that last bar
I’m that broke young nigga who made himself a superstar
I got rich off burglar bars, nigga, and check fraud
I’m a Zone 6 nigga gettin’ money, I done sold dummies
I worked the streets, I really was hand-to-hand with these junkies
Stay away, from fake niggas
If they turn their back on you, that mean they’ll kill ya, for real

Fast cars, bad bitches
Money, cars, fast livin’ (Yeah)
Credit cards, dope dealin’ (Yeah)
Too much flexin’, gon’ end up broke nigga (Flex)
Fast cars, fake niggas
The streets is super dirty, so you can’t trust niggas (Nah)
Money, cars, bail flippin’ (Yeah)
Too much flexin’, gon’ end up broke nigga