Fast Lane Deposits

[Intro]
Yeah
Count it up, count it up (woo)
Fast lane living
[Verse 1]
Cruise through the toll, tap phone, face scans
Laughing at the bank, got the statements doing handstands
Shorty in the seat, gloss drip on her lip
Dashboard glowing like a Vegas strip
Pull up to the light, engine talk, no text
Whole block staring like “what’s coming next?”
Used to split meals, now I tip with a grin
Got the waiter saying, “come back again”
[Chorus]
I make money in the fast lane
Pedal down, I’m swerving round the past pain
Cruise control on the cash flow
Pockets getting bigger every mile that we go
I make money in the fast lane (fast lane)
New day, new play, that’s the campaign
Stack high, ride clean, yeah, the math same
I make money in the fast lane
[Verse 2]
Step back shot, I’ve been balling on the weekdays
Numbers on the board, I’m talking three ways
Feel like Curry from the logo, watch me pull
Every risk that I was taking turned full
Drive like Ja on a break, that burst
Red line close, but the bag hit first
Ice on the wrist, but the grind still warm
I was made in the drought, now I dance in the storm
Bench seats leather, feel like playoff time
Every turn that I take feels like game on the line
Got a Luka with the vision how I read that chart
Eurostep through the doubt, hit a layup with heart (hey!)
[Chorus]
I make money in the fast lane
Pedal down, I’m swerving round the past pain
Cruise control on the cash flow
Pockets getting bigger every mile that we go
I make money in the fast lane (fast lane)
New day, new play, that’s the campaign
Stack high, ride clean, yeah, the math same
I make money in the fast lane
[Bridge]
Used to pray for a break at the bus stop
Now it’s valet keys when the wheels stop
Looking at the mirror like “we came far”
From late bills to late nights in a race car (skrrt)
Every mile marker, that’s a checkpoint
Every deposit got a different voice
All saying “keep going, don’t quit”
And I answer with a lane change, quick
[Chorus]
I make money in the fast lane
Pedal down, I’m swerving round the past pain
Cruise control on the cash flow
Pockets getting bigger every mile that we go
I make money in the fast lane (fast lane)
New day, new play, that’s the campaign
Stack high, ride clean, yeah, the math same
I make money in the fast lane

rap, Upbeat melodic rap over bright, bouncy trap drums and shimmering synths. Male vocals with sing-rap phrasing; hook leans into layered harmonies and a catchy, repetitive topline. Verses ride a playful pocket with nimble triplet flows and punchline NBA name-drops. 808s stay tight and round, with occasional bass drops before the hook hits to lift the energy. Ad-libs sprinkled tastefully to hype key lines; arrangement keeps a steady climb in excitement through subtle beat switches.