Movin' Two Fast lyrics

[Intro: Jet 2]
Guess we gotta slow it down now
Think I'm movin' too fast for her
Think I'm moving too fast

[Verse 1: Jet 2]
I said I figured I'd try this
Hoping they like that
Trying to figure where my pride is 'til you came right back
And I figure I'm in need of a little therapy and a good dose of music
So give me a couple months and I'll be right back
Observing life through the sky rise high view
I'm the type of dude to take a climb and a dive too
With a beautiful dime, brown skin and she bomb
As a mine or grenade with a shine like a diamond
Pilot, physique got me high as a cloud is
Drug, she my heroin but I ain't Amy wine-ing
Searching through her treasure chest, heart trying to find it
Love double excel at the right time; Jet
Magazine for her essece I'm a fiend for the girl with the keen instinct
I can call Cinderella like I stumbled on her slipper
We might be moving too fast, but I'm sure we'll crash clean, go

[Hook: Jet 2, BeeGee & Hitman]
See at first it was too slow
Now you say I'm moving too fast for you girl
Too fast for you girl (repeat 2x)

[Verse 2: BeeGee]
Moving too fast, that's what you say
Girl I gotta go, but you want me to stay
I hate the fact that I love you so much
From the frown when you mad to your sensitive touch
I wanna be with you and everybody know that
You moving too slow and a n*gga can't take that
When I was moving too slow, you would call me up
But now I'm running things and I rarely even hear your mouth
But that's your fault
You took a good n*gga and you turned him to salt
I threw it at you and my heart you caught
Then you beat the sh*t up; love assault
Remember? We made a pact
You broke my heart to pieces, I'm just stating the facts
I'm fast paced and you're holding me back
Either step your sh*t up, or move on and that's that

[Hook: Jet 2, BeeGee & Hitman]

[Verse 3: Hitman]
I got a little problem I should deal with
Cause not wanting a girl's like not wanting the millions
Crowd full of b*tches, cause Hitman in the building
It's just eleven thirty, "All My Children"
Make it to my room, a couple texts from some more chicks
They all L.A. high ready like some Romans
Team face, man all my b*tches doming
And row row your boat in the pus*y, I'm stroking
In motion, I'mma be amazing
Moving too fast, b*tch I'm blazing; cajun
Hot on the swag, sunshine probably could date him
Line up, but not even a haircut could fade him
Trees why I never text back
In the stu with my crew make you fear rap
She pop the head off like a beer cap
Girl wanna ride, well mami let me steer that
[Hook: Jet 2, BeeGee & Hitman]