Slow Me Down lyrics

[Hook: Devin Cruie]
I’m on the race to the money
Don’t call no police on me
You know I’m out here, out here, out here
You know I’m out here, out here, out here
They talkin, don’t know my name
All I know is my game
You know I’m out here, out here, out here
You know I’m out here, out here, out here
Throwin' up money
Oh yea, they tryin' to slow me down
I got 100$ bills, no one slows me down

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
It’s big meetings and that Taylor the office
Fly n*gga fresh to death so what you want a coffin
My mind on that money, never spend without a profit
And any anything I ever touch, b*tch I’mma make a profit
I was hand in hand with it, 50’s in the bag
I swear my sh*t was so good, the fiends wanted tabs
I had my weight up so for some n*ggas I couldn’t waitt up
Look I was on it, I chopped it up and I kick it later
Like the police, them pussies want everything we got
I’m talkin' shootin' fiends, bricks that try to make em cop
This home sweet home but ain’t sh*t sweet about it
My homie hit some n*ggas up and said you’ll read about it
Real life sh*t, but you ain’t livin this
We drop the 40 in the store on some nameless sh*t
He had detectives in this grill on some dinner sh*t
But he ain’t turtle or a shell, you want to explain the sh*t b*tch