Mac Dre
Mac Dre - Fast Money songtekst
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(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 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] [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 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] [x2] [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] [x4]