Slow Me Down - Intellectual

[Chorus: Devin Cruise]

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

They talkin, don’t know my name

All I know is my game

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 nigga 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, bitch I’mma make a profit

I was hand in hand with it, 50’s in the bag

I swear my shit was so good, the fiends wanted tabs

I had my weight up so for some niggas 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 shit sweet about it

My homie hit some niggas up and said you’ll read about it

Real life shit, but you ain’t livin this

We drop the 40 in the store on some nameless shit

He had detectives in this grill on some dinner shit

But he ain’t turtle or a shell, you want to explain the shit bitch

[Chorus: Devin Cruise]

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

They talkin, don’t know my name

All I know is my game

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 2: Chevy Woods]

My passport’s stamped up, tell me what you travel like

Been on the pavement everywhere, what your gravel like

In the night time, led pipe they let off

All you hear is them tigers screamin', they fire rounds and they spit off

Ain’t no shots returned, ain’t nobody call the police

Bitch run away, it’s wartime, I still be on my street

Put that on my cousin and I’mma be here, what you think

Bitch I’m off this gin and I’m like middle finger your drink ha

Yea, it’s big meeting in that Taylor office

Fly nigga fresh to death so what you want a coffin

You niggas gotta be livin the life

You gotta be just getting by

‘Cause bitch you ain’t shipin no pies

And if it’s money then we all for it

Young boys run with metal look like young forest

So bitch you owe me money then we all for it

Have my young boys run with metal look like young forest

[Chorus: Devin Cruise]

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

They talkin, don’t know my name

All I know is my game

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