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letra de fast money - pablo skywalkin

pooh you a fool for this one
beat gang

[verse 1]
i count money when i f-cking wait
525 for the hat, that’s a f-cking snake
everybody in the squad eat, on a f-cking plate
one thing a n**** never be, shit is f-cking fake
and imma flex on them n****s, shit who say i can’t
all this f-cking money in my pocket like a f-cking bank
this a f-cking foreign, 93 go in the f-cking tank
mama told me chill
crib reeking all that f-cking stank
n**** you ain’t never grind you ain’t never hustle
skinny -ss n**** i be buffed up like i got the muscle
in the club 50 deep and them goons will rush you
in the club 50 deep and them boys will bust you
i’m so tired of n****s dissing on they f-cking song
n****s mad that i’m flexing they money ain’t long
n****s mad that i’m flexing with this f-cking life
take your b-tch to benihana, say she just love eating rice
i don’t give a f-ck cause this that life i f-cking chose
n****s get your b-tch
cause this rich lo, i’m known for d-gg-ng hoes
in neiman marcus or at sax, shit i’m coping clothes
d-mn all this jewlery on my body got a n**** froze
im getting chose in that beamer or that f-cking rove
i just stunted on a n**** that’s the way it goes
1,200 for the shoes, them expensive toes
and your b-tch, she taking pictures let me hit a pose

[hook]
fast money
cash money
n**** you can’t flex with your last money
f-ck a b-tch and make her leave, she say i act funny
try to eat and end up like that last dummy
2x

[verse 2]
i’m so tired of n****s talking all that shit they got
boy that whip old as h-ll, it ain’t off that lot
i’m so blowed in this b-tch i think i lost my top
tatted up i’m screaming “thug life” shit i feel like pac
on that dirtbike doing my thing shit i feel like joc
if a n**** try to eat, then he getting shot
five bands on your head then you gettin got
n****s all in your bushes and they hit your block
i be cashin, i be cashin til i’m cashin out
d-mn i’m so blowed pouring 4’s d-mn near p-ssed out
f-ck a b-tch and all her friends, she tell me that i act out
told that b-tch to bend it over, d-mn near blew her back out
n**** say he winning got no money, whip a stack out
boy you ain’t no jacker shit i’m johnny, who you jack now?
whip that f-cking mag out, make that n**** back down
b-tches got excited at the table, brought them crabs out

[hook]

- pablo skywalkin

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