Mac Dre - Fast Money - Sözleri

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 niggarow

They ass wanna hit it

And you tell them HELL NO!

They ass go to talkin' shit

I never gave a flyin' fuck about how this niggas feelinJust because I let them eat the pussy 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 shit waz fake

My pussys tight

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

Just come talk to me (it cost a fee) nigga won't you spend it

Never trust these fools hollarin' they single

Bitches don't be stupid They be lieinYou know these niggas mingle

Yo bitches got bad fuckin' niggas on the first night

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

Bitches be talkin' about fuckin' niggas

I'm buckin' niggas

To get closer to me is some lucky niggas with (the scrilla)

Niggas better break me off a lil somethinPlayas better have they money pumpinBefore we do some grindin' and bumpin







I'm hungry for the cabbage

The Swabbage

Need a bank

I done sold everything from weed to crank

But now I need to think

How many of my niggas got kilt?

Blood spilt

Done dilt

Cap pilt








For that bad scrill

I'm past will

Pin a picture a criminal conduct

Cause nigga when I'm stuck

My (trigga)comes unstuck

I don't give a fuck

Life is a hustle

If you wanna come up

You gotta flex that muscle

Niggas with little hearts

Get little bread

Some niggas is satisfied with puss and a little head

It's been said

Fuck that bitch get rich

We about it

Now without it

Get yo grits

Be cautious

Cause it's crosses

Get caught up, brought up on charges

And some take loses

Do you thang

Sell dope, hit licks

Cause sometimes it's manditory to get those quick grits









(Yeah) My nigga Mac Dre sellin' kite to me

He was into (Lompoc)

I was in (Tehachapi)

Don't let it red

When we hook up we gonna have a fat sack

(Don't sell these raps like crack)

Nigga, I make big bread (from the night time 'til the sunny)

Real gangters don't (brag) about money

Nigga, this game I look up to all day

Changin' our name from the mafia to (corporate)

(It's like early mornin' in the kitchen, cookin' up dope on the grill)

Nigga, I keeps it real








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