A Race By Infinity Lyrics

A Race By Infinity lyrics

[into]

Yea nigga we'll fly down today. 

G-Uniiiiit! 



[verse1]

I said that my car game crazy 

Smile too much when I see
Robin Williams with you baby 

I see in her eyes my smile 

A dinner
at the luxury hotel I buy 

Number 1 on Billboard nigga, this is for you


You have to do 

A race to the infinite in my Porsche Cayenne 

I'm a pimp, wore it, and what didn't want any more 

The Adidas jacket,
G-Unit sneakers, shirt of Christian Dior 

New York still singing at 50,
still walks the Benz 

LA still travel on my drugs, even food dreams 

The DJ gets control of the club 

I pick up on the streets control, the
bitches love the club 

The money moves the world 

My machines still
move my hood 

Man, more is not that I'm good, Come on HOLLYWOOD! 



[chorus]

Yea, This is my new success! 

Take this nigger,
Ernie Chambers praising me 

How are things 

50 President of the New
York sending the game 

My car in the garage continue nigga

Falling
desires, you out of the game, get a liquor



[verse2]

An RX-8
but is not in glass 

I'm a G, nigga Yay' still has its shine 

Banks
wrote letters so good that I buy 

I'm a hoodboss, I'am not shy 

I
start this music in a role draft

Not with lyrics designed, but with
gibberish 

Gifts and kisses on the neck of my baby 

A super sonic
jet is for sale! You pay me? 

Oprah sings 'Candy Shop' in the shower 

She wears those same clothes 

We sang in the range of ESPN as before


The option to switch to the HBO 

And is not that we are there, 50
and Y-A-Y-O 

Ferrari, Aston, Lambo, I like the black BMW 

The price
of platinum is in sky 

The shine of my Rolex overshadow his shine 

I
think that money doesn't go away 

Jaguar XF by burning all the way 

You know, my inbox is full of air 

Smile by smile, I love your hair


Lexus sedan nigga, 2008 was a year as good 

My page is billing
throughout the hood



[chorus]

Yea, This is my new success!


Take this nigger, Ernie Chambers praising me 

How are things 

50 President of the New York sending the game 

My car in the garage
continue nigga 

Falling desires, you out of the game, get a liquor



[talking]

Yeahhh! 

Don't stop bomb 

Clean version on
the Westside 

Dirty version on the Southside 

Hahaha 

50 Cent