Letra Too fast (pull over) Jay Rock

Too fast (pull over)

Yeah
Mami, mami
Ay dios mío, mami
Yeah
Ay dios mío, mami!

Move it, move, you too slow, bruh
Update, time to V8 the motor
Everybody asking where I get the dope from
Update, I ain't never told no one
No sweat when you doing what you're 'posed to do
No stress when I'm checking up on every move
Jumping out the moon roof to the solar
I can see you niggas starting over

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash
Mo' cash
Yes Lord, feelin' like a new man
Yes, Lord!
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Six trey, rag top with the candy paint
In your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae
niggas acting can animated, I might have to draw the weapon
On the set, send a stepper up the stairway to heaven, I'm a vet
Put up pole dancer in a Mercedes, she want watch P Valley and go half on a baby
I had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket
Space in my waist for the rocket, don't get out pocket

Yep, yeah, you don't want that
It's giving what's giving, no kizzy
I ain't never seen an ass like that, stomach on snatch
Swinging 1942 like a baseball bat
I send 'em home running
The brain ain't grade A, I don't know nothing
niggas talking heavy, this a feather on my wing
VVS diamond, Eastside, Johnny, I'm him
I mean—

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash
Mo' cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash
Mo' cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash
Mo' cash
Yes Lord, feelin' like a new man
Yes, Lord!
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Latto
Sitting behind five percent tint
Might pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent
We ain't blood, we ain't kin, don't be be calling me, "Sis"
First bitch sneak diss, first block get bent
Latto not a little one
Bitches want a come up, ain't gon give 'em one
Pull up in the skrrt, then I pull off in a different one
A bigger one, expensive one, a Lamb-ie or something
Put a switch on that ass like a granny or something

niggas getting knocked out, signed to RCA but I be feeling like a Top Dawg
Probably getting topped off somewhere where with the top off
Never did the talking, always been the one they talk 'bout
Pull over, that ass too fat
Fuck 'em good, pat myself on the back
It's a hell of a cat, no scatt
I look like a Barbie, act just like a brat

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash
Mo' cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash
Mo' cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash
Mo' cash
Yes Lord, feelin' like a new man
Too fast
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Makaveli, pack a valley
I done died and went to heaven
Came back in the 1963 Chevy with gold Pirellis
I just wanted something better, anything to feed my belly
Now I got the seat at the table
Ain't shit you can tell me
Baby, I'm a whole problem
Put a lotta people on
Gotta keep a, keep a round
Don't panic when I hit the-hit the bomb up

I was up dumb late, waiting for a bag, chasing
A birdie on my shoulder told me, "Slow up
It's about patience"
Fourth quarter, throwing lobs out of desperation
I was lost, nigga
That's why I love you, girl
I swear to God
Pour the SelvaRey all on you, girl
Let's go

Move it, move, you too slow, bruh
Update, time to V8 the motor
Everybody asking where I get the dope from
Update, I ain't never told no one
No sweat when you doing what you're 'posed to do
No stress when I'm checking up on every move
Jumping out the moon roof to the solar
I can see you niggas starting over

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash
Mo' cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash
Mo' cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash
Mo' cash
Yes Lord, feelin' like a new man
Too fast
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—