[Chorus]

I tell em

Slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down, slow down

[Verse 1: Clyde Carson]

(I tell 'em)

Ay, I'm on the case gettin' sideways

Dolla fo' five on the highway

You know a nigga state to state

On a dolo mission I got a date with the cake

Wide awoke, 3 A.M

Prolly touch down when the sun come in

Ay, when them guards hit the gate I be tired as fuck after that 8-hour race

I come from the land where we swing our cars

Figure 8 Benz concrete leave marks

Call it paid, super-charged

Back to back race the Benz with the four door Porsche

I'm tearin' up tires in this luxury

Hella smoke says she wanna fuck with me

Money on my mind ain't nothin' for free

Tryna keep up with me but it's nothin' to me

[Chorus]

I tell em

Slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down, slow down

[Verse 2: Problem]

What!!

I’m on the gas goin' loco

Think you fly, shit I’m flyer like a promo

Used to throw bomb call me romo

The whip coming me with the horses like polo

Giddy up

Compton my city up

Big ballin’ on your team we like 50 up (yeah)

Tell your coach call time out

Thought your shit was on point

Till I bought mines out(yeah)

Vvvvrom on a nigga

Tryna play me dirty pull the broom on a nigga

Street sweepers squad banging like 6 speakers

Pull a bitch here's 3 pairs like 6 sneakers

Niggas smashin' like crunch time

Jersey niggas gettin' lost in my punch line (where you at)

Ha ha - ha ha

Yeah shit funny though

Don’t know what come faster my bitches or money (what!!!)

[Chorus]

I tell em

Slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down, slow down

[Verse 3: Iamsu!]

Suzy baby

Ciroc got me woozy baby

Beat this fuckin' beat up till I hear something excruciatin'

Model bitches choose me lately

I’m be passin' on em in the whip, I’m going like 180

I be smashin' on em (hey, slow down)

They love my style

They scream for my team, mayne they all go wild

Comin' straight out of the bay, where it all goes down

Mayne that sucker shit is dead fuck all those clowns

I'm with Carson and caz and a truck full of broads and some cash

Tell em slow down like they trynna be last

It’s all on a bitch they think I’m trynna be last

Young G, I’m countin' money in class

I’m addicted to somethin'

Need a whip with some buttons

To start my engine

Don’t play like we in detention or somethin'

Every verse is retarded

My brain is missin' or somethin'

And all I know is the money

I’m on a mission or somethin' AYE!!!

[Chorus]

I tell em

Slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down, slow down