Fast Money Songtext / Lyric

-=- Chorus -=-

(2x)

-=- 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

-=- Dutches -=-

Everytime I meet a niggarow

They ass wanna hit it

And you tell them HELL NO!

They ass goin' talkin' shit

I never gave a flyin' fuck about how this niggas feelin'

Just 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

Thats why you niggas want to get up in it

Just come talk to me to cross the feast nigga wont you spend it

Never trust these fools hollarin' they single

Bitches aint dont be stupid

They know they liein'

You know these niggas mingle

Yo bitches got bad fuckin' niggas on the first night

Then hollarin' that shit about how a man dont treat them right

Bitches be talkin' about fuckin' niggas

Im buckin' niggas

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

Niggas better break me off a lil somethin'

Playas better have they money pumpin'

Before we do some grindin' and bumpin'

-=- Chorus -=-

(2x)

-=- Mac Dre -=-

Im hungry for the cabbage

The Swabbage

Need a bank

I done sold everything from weed to crank

Now I need to think

How many of my niggas got kilt?

Blood spilt

Done dilt

Cap pilt

For that bad scrill

Im past will

Pin a picture a criminal conduct

Cause nigga when Im stuck

My (?) comes unstuck

I dont give a fuck

Life is a hustle

If you wanna come up

You gotta flex that muscle

Niggas wit little hearts

Or little bread

Some niggas is satisfied with puss and a little head

Its been said

Fuck the bitch 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 dope, hit licks

Sometimes its manditory to get those quick grits

-=- Chorus -=-

(2x)

-=- Kokane -=-

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

He was into long pause

I was into hatchepe

Dont let it red

When we hook up we gonna have a fat sack

(Dont sell these raps like crack)

Nigga, I make big bread for the night time

For the sunny

Real gangters dont brang about money

Nigga, this game I look up to all day

Changin' our name from the mafia to (?)

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

Nigga, I keeps it real

-=- Chorus -=-

(4x)