Rick Pino - The wheel of god lyrics

[DJ Khaled:] Remix. Speedin' Remix, the movement I introduce you to the projects, I introduce you to the hood I introduce you to the ghetto, I introduce you to Rick Ross The boss is back. Trilla, this the remix, Speedin' remix. We the best! [Plies:] This for all my goons, reppin' on pills Speedin' to make me run in your crib Put they offer behind your wheel Monkey suit, black mask, city boy gear Slippin' got alot of n***as whacked this year Been up two days straight homie no sleep Ridin' with choppas lurkin' Fo' deep Jumpin' out on the first thing look sweet Double stacks got the goons grittin' teeth Car full of throw away big boy heat Two brand new K's hangin' off seats Yeah it got me speedin' all week [Birdman:] G4 straight from the NO We gettin' money stay fly 'til the next show We got money stay fly 'til we get more We got b**hes high rollin' with this cash flow Put the H in the hood Put a 1 on the good put a slab on the wood Me and Ross doin' good 100 million dollars n***a hangin' in the hood [Busta Rhymes:] I'm doin' donuts in the streets pedal to the gla** My lord of Murcielago max on the dash Speedin' n***as can't see me in the blink of a flash You got to slow motion to flick so you can see me when I pa** You know just what to do when you see me gettin' my cash When I pull up drop the bags and? I'm doing the dash No confusion understand no gimmicks Duke is like the Autobahn disregardin' the speed limits Fast life, fast broads, let's get it fast buddy Fast food, fast cars we gettin' fast money f** the talk we been doing this, heat it up And when you bringin' me my cake you better speed it up [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin, I'm speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm speedin', speedin', I'm speedin' [Webbie:] It's all a big ricky in my brand new Bentley Doing above 50 fin' to get another mill' tickets I ain't bein' funny I don't see the competition Since a youngin' get the money all I ever comprehended Business hall a** ball 'til you fall yeah Y'all sit on y'all a**, now I see why y'all mad I'm leaving y'all a**, I ain't seein' y'all a** Never cross that line put 3 in y'all face [Gorilla Zoe:] 17.5 god damn liar Country n***as playin' damn near 25 Who gon' pick them up pick up them up first flight Call Ricky Ross hell yeah high five Throw them in the trunk and I'll tape them to the fender Scrapin' off the plate like a n***as eatin' dinner I'm speedin' shorty you trippin' If you see the blue lights homie I'm dippin' [Fat Joe:] n***as want hood rep the hood back sh** Joey the don they call me cooked crack If you look at them wrong you get it pushed back From rags to riches they never look back I'm watchin' pelicans fly me and Rick racing Diddy on boats Throwin' money in the air and you n***as just chumps New york New York big city of dreams I'm a hustla baby I'm addicted to cream I'm talking money, cars, hoes, b**hes Cappadon suit let the feds take pictures 88 pose just me and my n***as Thank god for that white if you feelin' religious [Torch:] I grew up on the crime side the New York Times side Nickel and dimes to survive Fresh out the can million dollar plan Tryin' to triple up that weed money nahh I'm sayin' Precise with the white pirates a job my job to make it hard Only way up out the hood rap crack or playin' ball Ain't nobody touchin' the plate if I ain't eatin' f** it hand me 220 on the dash let me see it [Gun Play:] Rest in peace Chad Butler, I'll see you when I get there But for now I'm doin' 90 in a cigarette with b**hes Lookin' back on last year laughin' at the mirror I'm on TV I look a little clearer You look a little worried chill and smell the money in the bag I'm a crash too many hundreds on the dash k**ah come ride with me... nah I mean... holla at me Trilla, Gun Play, Triple C I'm outta here [Chorus] [Flo-Rida:] I got on the digital dash I go ghetto miles per hour no speed pa** I did know got my momma pregnant this fast They said that he my daddy It's good times junior last saw me was in a caddy Speedin' this time the snitches won't tell I was MTV when the ball dropped player Tila in my Tequila before I struck out the 12 Big Apple with apple bottoms the haters can go to hell Number one on billboards Mr. Rubberband boy Like a boy-yoing-yoing by smackin my tounge foward that i coudn't afford Alicia Keys wit the chords [Brisco:] I'm livin' life in the fast lane with no L's or brakes Why should I care about tomorrow when I'm doin' it today No insurance on the Chevy but it's ok Tell them catch me if they can while I'm speedin' away Ride in HOV, I'm sprayin' nitrous so they can't see me See me I'm POE Everytime I come around And I would if I could but I can't slow down [Rick Ross:] What they need just to give a n***a life Give him 20 years just to feed a n***a rice Put me in a hoe just to let me see the light There's some n***as out here free ain't even livin' right Five star g's my car leased If you got the heat puttin' H on the streets Heroin haven h**n graven You would think I was a h**n baby It's a new year, new year, new money New Louie shoes but they cost a few hundred Left the tip case still bought them new Tommy's Got more scrilla for n***as with new drama [Lil' Wayne:] Young Money hookin' up with Ross Top way back left foot up out the Porsche Right foot flat, I'm good up in the Porsche Ohh there I go Shaq tryin' to pull up on the Porsche But I burn that cop on my way to Opa-Locka Brisco holla back I'll be at at here in fact Like I left somethin' soon as I left somethin' Told me go to diamonds and just go and Weezy F somethin' Ferrari F run Lamborghini test run Call me weather man I make it rain in my chest sunny Got your honey I don't give a damn about the raps honey Cash Money, Young Money never ever less money All we do is get money all we do is bet money All we do is let money, go and get money Now that's money Young Weezzzzyyyyyyyyy Baby And this was the remix babyyyyyyy