| Fast money, might be ya last money
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| Quick to blast for the cash money
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| Squabbin' over past money
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| Lookin' for spots to stash money
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| Fast money, might be ya last money
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| Every time I meet a niggaro, they ass wanna hit
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| And you tell them 'HELL NO!,' they ass go to talkin' shit
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| I never gave a flyin' fuck on how these niggas feelin'
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| Just because I let him eat the pussy now he think we dealin'
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| Slow down honey love, I think you better pump yo' brakes
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| If you had that feelin' that we was makin' love, that feelin’s fake
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| My pussy’s tight, that’s why you niggas want to get up in it
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| Just to talk to me it cost a fee so nigga won’t you spend it
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| Never trust these fools hollerin' they single
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| Bitches, dont be stupid, they be lyin'
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| You know these niggas mingle
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| You bitches got it bad fuckin' niggas on the first night
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| Then hollerin' that shit about how a man don’t treat 'em right
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| Bitches be talkin' about fuckin' niggas, I’m buckin' niggas
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| To get closer to me is some lucky niggas with some scrilla
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| Niggas gotta break me off a lil somethin'
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| Playas gotta have that money pumpin'
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| Before we do some grindin' and bumpin'
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| I’m hungry for the cabbage, a swavage who need the bank
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| I done sold everything from weed to crank
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| But now I need to think, how many of my niggas got killed
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| Blood spilled, done dealed, cap peeled, for that fast scrill
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| My past will, pin a picture of criminal conduct
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| 'Cause, nigga, when I’m stuck, my trigger comes unstuck
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| I don’t give a fuck, nigga, life is a hustle
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| If you wanna come up, you got to flex that muscle
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| Niggas wit little hearts get little bread
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| Some niggas is satisfied with puss and a little head
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| 'Til it’s been said, fuck the bitch, get rich
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| Be about it, not without it, nigga get yo' grits
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| But be cautious 'cause it’s crosses
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| Get caught up, brought up on charges and some take losses
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| Do your thang, sell dope, hit licks
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| Sometimes it’s mandatory to get them quick grits
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| My nigga Mac Dre sent a kite to me
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| He was in Lompoc, I was Tehachapi
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| The letter read: When we hook up we gonna have the fat sacks
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| (We gon' sell these raps like crack)
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| Nigga, I make big bread from the night time 'til it’s sunny
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| Real gangsters don’t brag about money
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| Nigga, this game I would love tall deals
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| Changin' our name from the mafia to corporate
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| ('Cause it’s like four in the mornin' in the kitchen, cookin' up dope on the
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| grill)
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| Nigga, I keeps it real |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fast Money (Rapper Gone Bad) , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album The Best Of Mac Dre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп