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letra de fast cash babies - chicken p

[intro: chicken p]
come shop, this sh-t cheap
shop, this sh-t cheap
(richy slims)
cheap
beep
(this is about melodroppin30)

[chorus: chicken p]
come shop, this sh-t cheap
money counter go beep-beep
i just ran through some sh-t you n-ggas ain’t seen
i just dumped a whole ying all in kds
yeah, i’m workin’ off e
been a young rich n-gga since eighteen
name buzzin’ like ding-ding
i’m a fast cash baby, fcb

[verse 1: chicken p]
in this b-tch booted up like i’m goin’ campin’
these ballys, baby, no, these ain’t no h-lly hansens
money counter go beep, fingers got to crampin’
takin’ orders all day, call back if i ain’t answerin’
phones ringin’ like ding-ding
catchin’ plays, bendin’ corners, smokin’ on a three-grammer
old n-ggas broke, city full of mc hammers
made fifteen this week
ooh, this red taste so sweet
paper chasin’, i ain’t layin’ with no freak
you won’t see me standin’ ’round if you ain’t payin’ me for sh-t
i’m a fast cash baby, get them bands, then i dip
lately, i been dumpin’ yings, hit my mans, throw the bricks
dolce gabbana on my feet, at the counter like beep
drip on a n-gga like i pulled up in a jet-ski
fifty on me, shoot an action movie like i’m spike lee
what you say you wanted? you can meet me on the block
yeah, i’m shootin’, you can—
[chorus: chicken p]
come shop, this sh-t cheap
money counter go beep-beep
i just ran through some sh-t you n-ggas ain’t seen
i just dumped a whole ying all in kds
yeah, i’m workin’ off e
been a young rich n-gga since eighteen
name buzzin’ like ding-ding
i’m a fast cash baby, fcb

[verse 2: jigg]
pop a perc’, boot up, then i get to grinnin’
came a long way from them days out here fishin’
phone slappin’, can’t believe we just made fifty in a week
i done ran this sh-t up in these streets, you wouldn’t believe
valentino, fendi, and gorilla bape on my sleeve
uncut brick, finna hit it with the beep
get up out this kitchen if you ain’t fcb, baby
can’t let no n-gga have my recipe, baby
sweatin’ hard in the trap like az, baby
he ain’t on nothin’, you can ride with me, baby
i don’t stop, yes, i go on high-speeds
so if you ain’t for this ride, you can leave
twenty g’s stuffed, hangin’ out my jeans
drippin’ hard, perk of sippin’ on my lean
lost blood in these streets, lil will and kd
you don’t work, you don’t eat
we on they necks ’til we leave, baby
[chorus: chicken p]
come shop, this sh-t cheap
money counter go beep-beep
i just ran through some sh-t you n-ggas ain’t seen
i just dumped a whole ying all in kds
yeah, i’m workin’ off e
been a young rich n-gga since eighteen
name buzzin’ like ding-ding
i’m a fast cash baby, fcb

- chicken p

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