Pablo Skywalkin - Fast Money lyrics

Pooh you a fool for this one Beat Gang [Verse 1] I count money when I f**ing wait 525 for the hat, that's a f**ing snake Everybody in the squad eat, on a f**ing plate One thing a n**** never be, sh** is f**ing fake And imma flex on them n****s, sh** who say I can't All this f**ing money in my pocket like a f**ing bank This a f**ing foreign, 93 go in the f**ing tank Mama told me chill Crib reeking all that f**ing stank N**** you ain't never grind you ain't never hustle Skinny a** 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**ing song N****s mad that I'm flexing they money ain't long N****s mad that I'm flexing with this f**ing life Take your b**h to Benihana, say she just love eating rice I don't give a f** cause this that life I f**ing chose N****s get your b**h Cause this Rich Lo, I'm known for dogging hoes In Neiman Marcus or at Sax, sh** I'm coping clothes Damn all this j**lery on my body got a n**** froze Im getting chose in that Beamer or that f**ing Rove I just stunted on a n**** that's the way it goes 1,200 for the shoes, them expensive toes And your b**h, she taking pictures let me hit a pose [Hook] Fast money Cash money N**** you can't flex with your last money f** a b**h 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 sh** they got Boy that whip old as hell, it ain't off that lot I'm so blowed in this b**h I think I lost my top Tatted up I'm screaming "Thug Life" sh** I feel like Pac On that dirtbike doing my thing sh** 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 Damn I'm so blowed pouring 4's damn near pa**ed out f** a b**h and all her friends, she tell me that I act out Told that b**h to bend it over, damn near blew her back out N**** say he winning got no money, whip a stack out Boy you ain't no jacker sh** I'm johnny, who you jack now? Whip that f**ing Mag out, make that n**** back down b**hes got excited at the table, brought them crabs out [Hook]