Lyrics Fast Money - Cdot Honcho, Sushi

Fast Money

A hunnit bands one hundred bands
You know I gotta make this fast money now baby
Please understand please understand, you know I gotta make this fast money now
baby
A hunnit bands one hunnit bands, you know I gotta make this fast money now baby
Fast money in this fast lane
Used to be broke I won’t go back again
I used to be broke I’ll neva go back again
Fuck on the hoes they done for a fact I’ll neva hit back again
You will not see me in Kohls finna go pull up in Saks again
That 30 round fuck up ya nose take off the tail of your back again
Bitch you know what I’m on run up that back give a fuck what u on
Bitch you know how I’m sliding me and my joint give a fuck who at home
It ain’t money go and get you a phone
4−5 clip going right thru a dome
If a nigga want to fuck with the cash
Marco he really ain’t get on your ass
Bitch ill work up a purse or a bag ay
Fonem gon handle a problem
They know if I make it I gotem
Whoever I point at know that they shot em
This stick know I can’t doubt with this money I make it back selling
Niggas gon hate cuz we make this shit ugly
Try shit it’d get ugly
A hunnit bands one hundred bands
You know I gotta make this fast money now baby
Please understand please understand, you know I gotta make this fast money now
baby
A hunnit bands one hunnit bands, you know I gotta make this fast money now baby
Fast money in this fast lane
Used to be broke I won’t go back again
Had a talk with my niggas like we ain’t goin broke no more
Gotta run it up fuck with us niggas get lifted up shit ain’t no joke no more
Half of my bitches be mad that they suckin we really don’t fuck no more
I be chasing up bank when you having a bag you really can’t trust no hoes
A nigga do not get attached
I pull on your block wit a 50 attached
I keep all my niggas attached
I gotta get cash leave them hoes in the back
A nigga be ready to interfere that’s why I ride with the scopes in the back ay
Empty that bitch and I disappear don’t want to lose I be going off
Everyday I wake up I’m tryna get cake up
Or all of my niggas would be straight
So if you do not be resolving the dollas Ima prolly be late
I fuck on yo bitch then I holler
I promise you’ll neva see me on a date
I run up the bands walk up in saks with that shit in my hands
Blowing the dick that I fit in my pants bitch
A hunnit bands one hundred bands
You know I gotta make this fast money now baby
Please understand please understand, you know I gotta make this fast money now
baby
A hunnit bands one hunnit bands, you know I gotta make this fast money now baby
Fast money in this fast lane
Used to be broke I won’t go back again