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Fast Money Lyrics


Pablo Skywalkin Fast Money




Pooh you a fool for this one
Beat Gang

[Verse 1]
I count money when I f..cking wait
525 for the hat, that's a f..cking snake
Everybody in the squad eat, on a f..cking plate
One thing a n**** never be, shit is f..cking fake
And imma flex on them n****s, shit who say I can't
All this f..cking money in my pocket like a f..cking bank
This a f..cking foreign, 93 go in the f..cking tank
Mama told me chill
Crib reeking all that f..cking stank
N**** you ain't never grind you ain't never hustle
Skinny ass n**** I be buffed up like I got the muscle
In the club 50 deep and them goons will rush you
In the club 50 deep and them boys will bust you
I'm so tired of n****s dissing on they f..cking song
N****s mad that I'm flexing they money ain't long
N****s mad that I'm flexing with this f..cking life
Take your bitch to Benihana, say she just love eating rice
I don't give a f..ck cause this that life I f..cking chose
N****s get your bitch
Cause this Rich Lo, I'm known for dogging hoes
In Neiman Marcus or at Sax, shit I'm coping clothes
Damn all this jewlery on my body got a n**** froze
Im getting chose in that Beamer or that f..cking Rove
I just stunted on a n**** that's the way it goes
1,200 for the shoes, them expensive toes
And your bitch, she taking pictures let me hit a pose

[Hook]
Fast money
Cash money
N**** you can't flex with your last money
F..ck a bitch and make her leave, she say I act funny
Try to eat and end up like that last dummy
2x

[Verse 2]
I'm so tired of n****s talking all that shit they got
Boy that whip old as hell, it ain't off that lot
I'm so blowed in this bitch I think I lost my top
Tatted up I'm screaming "Thug Life" shit I feel like Pac
On that dirtbike doing my thing shit I feel like Joc
If a n**** try to eat, then he getting shot
Five bands on your head then you gettin got
N****s all in your bushes and they hit your block
I be cashin, I be cashin til I'm cashin out
Damn I'm so blowed pouring 4's damn near passed out
F..ck a bitch and all her friends, she tell me that I act out
Told that bitch to bend it over, damn near blew her back out
N**** say he winning got no money, whip a stack out
Boy you ain't no jacker shit I'm johnny, who you jack now?
Whip that f..cking Mag out, make that n**** back down
Bitches got excited at the table, brought them crabs out

[Hook]

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