Fast Money (Rapper Gone Bad) - Mac Dre, Warren G., Kokane

Fast money, might be ya last money

Quick to blast for the cash money

Squabbin' over past money

Lookin' for spots to stash money

Fast money, might be ya last money

Every time I meet a niggaro, they ass wanna hit

And you tell them 'HELL NO!,' they ass go to talkin' shit

I never gave a flyin' fuck on how these niggas feelin'

Just because I let him eat the pussy now he think we dealin'

Slow down honey love, I think you better pump yo' brakes

If you had that feelin' that we was makin' love, that feelin’s fake

My pussy’s tight, that’s why you niggas want to get up in it

Just to talk to me it cost a fee so nigga won’t you spend it

Never trust these fools hollerin' they single

Bitches, dont be stupid, they be lyin'

You know these niggas mingle

You bitches got it bad fuckin' niggas on the first night

Then hollerin' that shit about how a man don’t treat 'em right

Bitches be talkin' about fuckin' niggas, I’m buckin' niggas

To get closer to me is some lucky niggas with some scrilla

Niggas gotta break me off a lil somethin'

Playas gotta have that money pumpin'

Before we do some grindin' and bumpin'

I’m hungry for the cabbage, a swavage who need the bank

I done sold everything from weed to crank

But now I need to think, how many of my niggas got killed

Blood spilled, done dealed, cap peeled, for that fast scrill

My past will, pin a picture of criminal conduct

'Cause, nigga, when I’m stuck, my trigger comes unstuck

I don’t give a fuck, nigga, life is a hustle

If you wanna come up, you got to flex that muscle

Niggas wit little hearts get little bread

Some niggas is satisfied with puss and a little head

'Til it’s been said, fuck the bitch, get rich

Be about it, not without it, nigga get yo' grits

But be cautious 'cause it’s crosses

Get caught up, brought up on charges and some take losses

Do your thang, sell dope, hit licks

Sometimes it’s mandatory to get them quick grits

My nigga Mac Dre sent a kite to me

He was in Lompoc, I was Tehachapi

The letter read: When we hook up we gonna have the fat sacks

(We gon' sell these raps like crack)

Nigga, I make big bread from the night time 'til it’s sunny

Real gangsters don’t brag about money

Nigga, this game I would love tall deals

Changin' our name from the mafia to corporate

('Cause it’s like four in the mornin' in the kitchen, cookin' up dope on the

grill)

Nigga, I keeps it real