Fast Cars Lyrics

I like fast cars, I like fast cars I like fast cars, I like fast cars

I like fast cars, I like fast cars I like fast cars, I like fast cars

I like fast cars, and fast girls I like fast cars, and fast girls

She look like a Ferrari with all them curves on her body

She like to do Pilates, I like how she be squatting

$100 dropping, now that's her type of party And she can get low, shake it faster than

A Mazzi I'm like yeah that's my boo poppy

She like her new Bugatti I love her panty size

Can't wait to see her topless She like James Bond, so I bought her a Audi

But then she broke my heart, but I love to talk about it

I like fast cars, and fast girls I like fast cars, and fast girls

I got this white bitch, she like to feed her face

With that white shit, and then we race She gets topless, I love her head lights

Now how the top get, or what the head like I turn the AC on, we running red lights

She like to eat yoke, now what the egg white Okay I'm stuntin' on em, I like to show my ass

Roll down the window, so I can throw the cash, ok, When I get that lamb, I'ma chop the block

I told the dealer no cap, he had to chop the top

I had to slow it down, I had to watch for thots Ain't worried about the police, they ain't got, what I got

I met this bad bitch, on the interstate She like who's shit the fastest

I'm like bitch lets race, She say she wanna get nasty

I'm like okay, okay She like here's my addy, let's race to my place

I like fast cars, and fast girls

Fast cars, and fast girls

Fast cars, and fast girls