Fast Money (Explicit)

Feat Dutches Kokane Warren G

Fast Money

Might be yo last money

Quick to blast for the cash money

Squabbin' over past money

Lookin' for spots to stash money

Fast Money

Might be yo last money

Everytime I meet a *row

They a*s wanna hit it

And you tell them HELL NO

They a*s goin' talkin' s**t

I never gave a flyin' f**k about how this *s feelin'

Just because I let them eat the p***y they think we did it

Slow down honey love I think you better pump yo brakes

If you had the feelin' we was makin' love that s**t waz fake

My *s tight

That's why you *s want to get up in it

Just come talk to me to cross the feast n***a won't you spend it

Never trust these fools hollarin' they single

B***hes ain't don't be stupid

They know they liein'

You know these *s mingle

Yo b***hes got bad f**kin' *s on the first night

Then hollarin' that s**t about how a man don't treat them right

B***hes be talkin' about f**kin' *s

I'm buckin' *s

To get closer to me is some lucky *s with

*s better break me off a lil somethin'

Playas better have they money pumpin'

Before we do some grindin' and bumpin'

I'm hungry for the cabbage

The Swabbage

Need a bank

I done sold everything from w**d to crank

Now I need to think

How many of my *s got kilt

Blood spilt

Done dilt

Cap pilt

For that bad scrill

I'm past will

Pin a picture a criminal conduct

Cause n***a when I'm stuck

My

Comes unstuck

I don't give a f**k

Life is a hustle

If you wanna come up

You gotta flex that muscle

*s wit little hearts

Or little bread

Some *s is satisfied with puss and a little head

Its been said

F**k the b***h get rich

We about it

Now without it

Get yo grits

Be cautious

Cause its crosses

Get caught up brought up on charges

And some take loses

Do you thang

Sell d**e hit licks

Sometimes its manditory to get those quick grits

Yeah

My n***a Mac Dre savin' kite to me

He was into long pause

I was into hatchepe

Don't let it red

When we hook up we gonna have a fat sack

Don't sell these raps like crack

N***a I make big bread for the night time

For the sunny

Real gangters don't brang about money

N***a this game I look up to all day

Changin' our name from the mafia to

Its like early mornin' in the kitchen cookin' up d**e on the grill

N***a I keeps it real