Drive Fast, Live Young lyrics

by

The Game


[Verse 1: Tyga]
Big sh*t perfect timing, got a chef, we ain’t gotta leave
Baby we can dine in
Get you played like violins
Made a purchase so large, got a call to confirm it
Swishers when we riding
Case a n*gga get pulled over, keep me visine
When you living like this
She won’t never wanna leave with these new hoes
Steady tryina f*ck me
Fresh n*gga, no dry cleaners, don’t wash that, it’s brand new
Got Piru homies, got Crip n*ggas
And my ocean view straight water blue
My second time, your first time
She let me hit on the first night
Foreign cars, muscle cars
Y’all n*ggas just ain’t living it right

[Chorus]
Drive fast, live young
I’m making change, I make it rain
We ain’t the same
I’m pulling up, my whip game
Got leather seats and wood grain
Drive fast, live young
Got champagne, that’s candy paying
My real estate, these boppers know my stage name
I sip slow, while entertain
Drive fast, live young
I’m dope, mane, you so lame
100 thous went to dice game
Drive fast, live young
Push start, I’ma start
She up and down that boulevard
Going hard, going hard
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Oh you bout that life, want that shine
Can I have that eyes, nah n*gga it ain’t mine
I’ve been hustling all night, and I know she wanna call
But a n*gga working hard like 3 jobs
Hottest paper can’t count it all alone
Mesmerized by the throne, addicted to doing wrong
I’m a stone cold killer, furs in the winter
Audemar ghetto? light bulb just lit up
Grown with the game, drop vise get hit up
n*gga take fade, knock down n*gga get up
Broke n*ggas, broke n*ggas, I ain’t gotta worry bout gold diggas
Pow, pow, D-Rose on n*ggas
Hot shot clock, waiting for the finish
Hop in the tennant, y’all n*ggas sh*t rented
22 like Emmitt, and my b*tch photogenic
She be fired in a minute, dry your eyes baby I was only kidding
Do it all different she used to say I did it
Rolls royce, lamborghini n*gga, what’s the difference?

[Chorus]
Drive fast, live young
I’m making change, I make it rain
We ain’t the same
I’m pulling up, my whip game
Got leather seats and wood grain
Drive fast, live young
Got champagne, that’s candy paying
My real estate, these boppers know my stage name
I sip slow, while entertain
Drive fast, live young
I’m dope, mane, you so lame
100 thous went to dice game
Drive fast, live young
Push start, I’ma start
She up and down that boulevard
Going hard, going hard
[Verse 3: JMSN]
Sometimes man it just suits
I’m living a dream, man it’s an ecstasy
Man, ecstasy
She feel my energy, wanna get next to me
Man this is ecstasy, ecstasy
Drive fast, live young
Chop, chop, never stop
Drive fast, live young
Chop, chop, never stop
Drive fast, live young
Drive fast, live young
Drive fast, live young
Driving in
Be forever young
Drive fast, live young
Driving in
Be forever young
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