Think Fast

Yea I feel way better now I feel way better

Aj StayWorkin On God

Got in my bag and ran it up I know these **** ain't mad enough

Play with the guys **** get it tweakin' Too many clips I'm loadin' them up

If my brother fall then I'm holdin' him up We tryna ball was just fucked up

I seen it all I did it all I gotta win I can't fuck up (yea yea)

Think fast get cash that's what my hoe told me

I'm the type to skip the Rollie cop the Audemars yeah

I'm the type to boss a bitch up and still barely talk to her

You the type go through her phone and end up crashin' bout her hoe

Count the racks when I wake up Hundred rounds in my clip nah I ain't got

Time for no fake love Bad bitch on my side know she don't really

Need no makeup **** ain't my kind talkin' bout money

That shit made up Long nights I stayed up on my grind huh

Let the racks come to me ain't in no rush takin' my time huh

Let the bitches talk to me I'm chasin' this money it's all on my mind okay

Hop in the Vette like a speed racer She wanna ride I said be patient

These **** broke like a sprained ankle don't even hit my line

'Cause I need a real bitch to hold me down

Clutchin' on my blick too many **** showin' frowns

They mad I waited my turn Jumped in full speed had to learn

**** try to ride me and I burnt them I ran in my bag I deserve it

Got my bag and ran it up I know these **** ain't mad enough

Play with the guys **** get it tweakin' Too many clips I'm loadin' them up

If my brother fall then I'm holdin' him up We tryin' to ball was just fucked up

I seen it all I did it all I gotta win I can't fuck up yeah yeah

Think fast get cash that's what my hoe told me

I'm the type to skip the Rollie cop the Audemars yeah

I'm the type to boss a bitch up and still barely talk to

You the type go through her phone and end up crashin' bout a ho