Текст песни Mac Dre f Dutches, Kokane, Warren G - Fast Money
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-=- Chorus -=-(2x)-=- Warren G -=-Fast MoneyMight be yo last moneyQuick to blast, for the cash moneySquabbin` over past moneyLookin` for spots to stash moneyFast MoneyMight be yo last money-=- Dutches -=-Everytime I meet a niggarowThey ass wanna hit itAnd you tell them HELL NO!They ass goin` talkin` shitI never gave a flyin` fuck about how this niggas feelin`Just because I let them eat the pussy they think we did itSlow down honey love I think you better pump yo brakesIf you had the feelin` we was makin` love that shit waz fakeMy pussys tightThats why you niggas want to get up in itJust come talk to me to cross the feast nigga wont you spend itNever trust these fools hollarin` they singleBitches aint dont be stupid They know they liein` You know these niggas mingle Yo bitches got bad fuckin` niggas on the first nightThen hollarin` that shit about how a man dont treat them rightBitches be talkin` about fuckin` niggasIm buckin` niggasTo 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 -=-(2x)-=- Mac Dre -=-Im hungry for the cabbageThe Swabbage Need a bankI done sold everything from weed to crankNow I need to thinkHow many of my niggas got kilt?Blood spiltDone diltCap pilt For that bad scrillIm past willPin a picture a criminal conductCause nigga when Im stuckMy (?) comes unstuckI dont give a fuckLife is a hustleIf you wanna come upYou gotta flex that muscleNiggas wit little heartsOr little breadSome niggas is satisfied with puss and a little headIts been saidFuck the bitch get richWe about it Now without itGet yo gritsBe cautiousCause its crossesGet caught up, brought up on chargesAnd some take losesDo you thangSell dope, hit licksSometimes its manditory to get those quick grits-=- Chorus -=-(2x)-=- Kokane -=-(Yeah) My nigga Mac Dre savin` kite to meHe was into long pauseI was into hatchepeDont 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 timeFor the sunnyReal gangters dont brang about moneyNigga, this game I look up to all dayChangin` 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 -=-(4x)