Fast Cash

[Chorus]
Fast cash
Gwaan stack up dat
Big racks
Mek cash
Money bags
Spend dat
Fuck tags (I’m making fast cash)

Fast cash
Gwaan stack up dat
Big racks
Mek cash
Money bags
Spend dat
Fuck tags

[Verse 1]
Now that’s rich
That’s rich, that’s rich
Bezzle on my wrist look shiny to your bitch
Yeah
I’m my father’s son so imma shine in this bitch
And the pussy so good, I might drown in this bitch
Drip down to the feet, new sneaks on my feet
I’ve been grinding hard, I’ve adapt to the streets
Bad bitch
Play your part if you riding with me
Fuck do you mean?
Girl, this life ain’t cheap
Cause I had to hustle
I had to grind
They was snoozing on me dawg
But I let ‘em slide (I let ‘em slide)
Day ones when I ride
With the gang when I slide
When I’m back on your block
I keep work in my sock
Good gas, moon rock (rock, rock)
Double cup, sippin’ wop (wop, wop)
When I’m shooting my shot (swish, swish)
I don’t aim at you thots (no way)
I make money a lot (that way)
Cause I hustle a lot
Niggas wanting my spot (yeah they do)
On my life, man, they plot
Cooking up, scheming dat, working dat--

[Chorus]
Fast cash
Gwaan stack up dat
Big racks
Mek cash
Money bags
Spend dat
Fuck tags (I’m making fast cash)

Fast cash
Gwaan stack up dat
Big racks
Mek cash
Money bags
Spend dat
Fuck tags

[Verse 2]
To make bread, dawg
You got to need the dough, dawg
You gon’ need to hustle
Put in work and you can make it
When they talking down, don’t look down
Don’t even face ‘em
Devil working OT
Overtime and lowkey
Why you hating on me?
You don’t even know me
Bad mind people these days deven’ low key
Oh me
I just hustle hard
Make bands, stack chips
I might hit a lick
Heavy D with the pitch
Saks Fifth with your bitch
If you ask, plead the fifth
And I pulled up in that thang
So I smashed in the whip
My chain icy, that bitch drip
Keep them bands, drum clips
When I see you boys on road
That energy, match that shit
Free smoke, bitch I’m lit
With the dawgs, yeah the clique
Lot a cash in the bag
Fanny pack, supreme dat
Durag, fuck a hat
Your bitch bad, imma smash
Why you mad?
You can catch me chasing tags
In my bag, I’m counting that—

[Chorus]
Fast cash
Gwaan stack up dat
Big racks
Mek cash
Money bags
Spend dat
Fuck tags (I’m making fast cash)

Fast cash
Gwaan stack up dat
Big racks
Mek cash
Money bags
Spend dat
Fuck tags