mac dre – fast money lyrics
(feat. dutches, kokane, warren g)
[chorus x2]
[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 n-gg-row
they -ss wanna hit it
and you tell them h-ll no!
they -ss goin’ talkin’ sh-t
i never gave a flyin’ f-ck about how this n-gg-s feelin’
just because i let them eat the p-ssy 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 sh-t waz fake
my p-ssys tight
thats why you n-gg-s want to get up in it
just come talk to me to cross the feast n-gg- wont you spend it
never trust these fools hollarin’ they single
b-tches aint dont be stupid
they know they liein’
you know these n-gg-s mingle
yo b-tches got bad f-ckin’ n-gg-s on the first night
then hollarin’ that sh-t about how a man dont treat them right
b-tches be talkin’ about f-ckin’ n-gg-s
im buckin’ n-gg-s
to get closer to me is some lucky n-gg-s with (?)
n-gg-s better break me off a lil somethin’
playas better have they money pumpin’
before we do some grindin’ and b-mpin’
[chorus]
[x2]
[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 n-gg-s got kilt?
blood spilt
done dilt
cap pilt
for that bad scrill
im past will
pin a picture a criminal conduct
cause n-gg- when im stuck
my (?) comes unstuck
i dont give a f-ck
life is a hustle
if you wanna come up
you gotta flex that muscle
n-gg-s wit little hearts
or little bread
some n-gg-s is satisfied with p-ss and a little head
its been said
f-ck the b-tch 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]
[x2]
[kokane]
(yeah) my n-gg- 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)
n-gg-, i make big bread for the night time
for the sunny
real gangters dont brang about money
n-gg-, 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)
n-gg-, i keeps it real
[chorus]
[x4]
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