Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fast Money, artist - Solomon Childs.
Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fast Money |
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, what? |
We gon talk about my life, you heard? |
Gon talk about me, it’s about what I see |
For fast money, drug sales and rehab |
For fast money, turned to crack heads |
For fast money, trees and whips |
Females strip for fast money |
We all gettin killed for fast money |
We live life for fast money |
My community trife, for fast money |
For fast money, trees and whips |
Females strip for fast money |
We all gettin killed for fast money |
My life deep, poverty sleep, stick-up kids |
On the creep, projects wannabe Willie Lex Lugers |
Bootleg nine rugers, crack heads and schoolar’s |
Under the wing, out of town duelers |
Brought through by the old schoolers |
'86 cats stash yae yo-las, in the coolers |
What the deal is? |
Some sister came to switch this |
Set ups, I swear this crooked bitches, better livin' |
My momma wishes, two spoons and three dishes |
Snake niggas, bad waves, Allah puttin us all through a phase |
Livin in the last days, screamin «Where the money at?» |
Eleven karat fronts, twenty-two's and blunts |
My peeps gettin old on the corners, old Gods tried to warn us |
'Bout the clear pops bubblin', white rocks |
Supreme Clientele on the blocks |
Times is realer than the dope game, ain’t nothin changed |
Crime partners, bulletproof Ac’s |
Glitches in the project match, blindin from the hydro and Hennessey |
Fast money, third world wars, blood all over my valor’s |
Slum Cuban Link brass, peep the half |
Giulianni left a dent in my staff |
All of a sudden, the Chinese man be takin food stamps |
Incarcerated champs, snitchin on ya own brothers |
This is hell, they say Allah’s supposed to love us |
Momma’s sleepin wit the rent office |
Little Nina need to sell reef' for fast money |
Poppa said the best of them bleed for fast money |
Yeah, and I solemnly swear, uh-huh |