Fast Money-Mac Dre/Warren G/Dutchess

(feat. Dutches, Kokane, Warren G) [Chorus x2] [Warren G] Fast Money Might be yo last money Quick to blast, for the cash money Squabbin＇ over past money Lookin＇ for spots to stash money Fast Money Might be yo last money [Dutches] Everytime I meet a *row They a** wanna hit it And you tell them HELL NO! They a** goin＇ talkin＇ sh*t I never gave a flyin＇ f**k about how this *s feelin＇ Just because I let them eat the p**sy they think we did it Slow down honey love I think you better pump yo brakes If you had the feelin＇ we was makin＇ love that sh*t waz fake My *s tight Thats why you *s want to get up in it Just come talk to me to cross the feast ni**a wont you spend it Never trust these fools hollarin＇ they single B**ches aint dont be stupid They know they liein＇ You know these *s mingle Yo b**ches got bad f**kin＇ *s on the first night Then hollarin＇ that sh*t about how a man dont treat them right B**ches be talkin＇ about f**kin＇ *s Im buckin＇ *s To get closer to me is some lucky *s with (?) *s better break me off a lil somethin＇ Playas better have they money pumpin＇ Before we do some grindin＇ and bumpin＇ [Chorus] [x2] [Mac Dre] Im hungry for the cabbage The Swabbage Need a bank I done sold everything from w**d to crank Now I need to think How many of my *s got kilt? Blood spilt Done dilt Cap pilt For that bad scrill Im past will Pin a picture a criminal conduct Cause ni**a when Im stuck My (?) comes unstuck I dont give a f**k Life is a hustle If you wanna come up You gotta flex that muscle *s wit little hearts Or little bread Some *s is satisfied with puss and a little head Its been said F**k the b**ch get rich We about it Now without it Get yo grits Be cautious Cause its crosses Get caught up, brought up on charges And some take loses Do you thang Sell d**e, hit licks Sometimes its manditory to get those quick grits [Chorus] [x2] [Kokane] (Yeah) My ni**a Mac Dre savin＇ kite to me He was into long pause I was into hatchepe Dont let it red When we hook up we gonna have a fat sack (Dont sell these raps like crack) Ni**a, I make big bread for the night time For the sunny Real gangters dont brang about money Ni**a, this game I look up to all day Changin＇ our name from the mafia to (?) (Its like early mornin＇ in the kitchen, cookin＇ up d**e on the grill) Ni**a, I keeps it real [Chorus] [x4]