Yea
This's New York City
C'mon, man
I'm livin' on the fast lane
Simply, I do my thing
And now it's all 'bout my grand
Simply, I'm ready to spray up
I'm lookin' for more paper
Black Benz-AMG GT, in the city streets I roam
I'm packin' a MAC-11, New York my throne
Niggas, the accountant's hyped 'bout my chrome
My crew rolled up to the club bumpin' my song
I'm puffin' on my blunt, ain't no one can compare
That imported black suit and my paper get the air
Last night I got it poppin' with that Colombian bitch
She know how to ride and grind on my banana clip
I know a lil' 'bout these bitches
My bitches, your bitches, check out these beats
Biggie bumpin' in your heartdeep
Time to make big hits, ain't no time to sleep
I'm livin' on the fast lane
Simply, I do my thing
And now it's all 'bout my grand
Simply, I'm ready to spray up
I'm lookin' for more paper
I'm livin' on the fast lane
Simply, I do my thing
And now it's all 'bout my grand
Simply, I'm ready to spray up
I'm lookin' for more paper
I'm La Mafia, I know the mob, they call me brother
I'm rollin' with the hustlers and takin' down others
From NY to Chicago, my song bumpin' around
I ain't slowin' down, I'm 'bout to hurt you down
Different drinks, different girls, I'ma hustla
Now I don't wanna have to pop this other gangsta
I'm strapped with a bulletproof vest and glock in my hand
Muhfucka, don't come tryna fuck my game
Don't point that piece at me, whata fuck man
I got a rep, nigga, I got my name
I'm livin' on the fast lane
Simply, I do my thing
And now it's all 'bout my grand
Simply, I'm ready to spray up
I'm lookin' for more paper
I'm livin' on the fast lane
Simply, I do my thing
And now it's all 'bout my grand
Simply, I'm ready to spray up
I'm lookin' for more paper
Yea
This's New York City
C'mon, man
