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coke too it's coming straight from Medellin
Fast money, Fast cars
Bitch I live the fast life
Weigh it, Bag It
That's my favorite pastime
If it's bout my

em
This is a bad time
I need a halftime
This is a bad sign
I let the man die slow
I'm on the fast time
Digital dash time
She hit the fast whine
I blow

high
Yeah just a new year, new tings
New phone, who dis?
New town, new bitch
Live fast and die rich

The money haffi run
All day me check fi it,

the halftime show
You can't come in here if
You don't have a bankroll
You know I count it fast but
With you I take it slow

Yessir okay, yessir
Baby yuh, yuh,

a poor man
So what's the charge
What's the count
What's the rate
Everybody getting money knows 'nothing for free'
So stop acting like a beast on a leash

fast we passing mars
Yuh Yuh
From the east to the west
Everybody telling me that I'm wrong
For taking credit of my own songs
This will prolong, time

When you gettin' money, stack it up for a reason (Naw for real)
Take a look at my life back then, trap season (Naw for real)
When you make it,

money ever since I was young, nigga (straight up)
Sneak dissin', niggas cuttin' out your tongue, nigga (straight up)
Real street nigga, I ain't doin' no

Can't slow this shit down, it go faster (go fast as fuck)
Don't give no fuck about no rap
I'm still in the trap slangin' them pounds of dope

Jay

I need my money fast 
I need to blow up fast
I like my car fast
But moving to quick and that's when I crashed
Police took my ass
Right to the station

Hellcat fast, I done blew a bag or more (I done blew a bag or more)
You can tell I'm gettin' money, I ain't even gotta show it (I ain't even gotta show it)

As the World Turns

50 Cent

Guess Who's Back?

2002

Money make a pimp, pimp hoes
Hustlers sell dope, thugs gun smoke, what?
Money make the world go round as the world turns
Money make the world go

I got it out muddy
These niggas ain't funny
This ice on my neck finna make your nose runny
You still chasing money
I'm ballin' like Routley
Your girl

shit
You bouta' witness greatness
Gettin' all this fast money
Got me in a rush
Never let em' know yo business
Keep it on a hush
I been grindin' lowkey

Bad
I’m antisocial
I don’t wanna soil my heart
If e no be doe or money matter
I don’t wanna play a part

Ahhhh ahhh
Fast is slow
As long as you’re in

on bed
And your knee on your head
Seating on my face is dirty
But Im love it
Let's play no halftime, 90mints
Kush with thee, lay with thee
I think I want

pack
Fast forward, Now she got the Glock up in the trap
Help me wrapping packs, Bussing making drops in nap
She count the money no worry
Report a short

somewhere countin' numbers
Like it's math time
So I gotta grind, no breaks, fuck halftime
I've had a job since fourteen
Pushing carts, fast food, scrubbing

coming up
Shit know I'm dangerous when I'm coming up
Grinding on that half pipe
Gassing on them headlights
Know I live that fast life
Know this money cash

on the way  
That money comin in fast chik fila
Donnt do the beef I know you sweet like baby ray 
Okay im still wit my dawgs like Balto nigga
From the West

Came from selling Os and flipping halftimes 
Never chased no hoes cuz we ain't had time 
I just count the money in my past time 
Last time, I was feeling

Fell in love with
With the money
Married to the fast life
It ain't no question
So you don't go testing me
It's time to run up a bag
Off these NFTs

need reminding
Say not once in a while
Not even just sometimes
Mi Amante
Money important always
You for like to wipe away wetin you rub for face
My love

and we living real fast never stop once get the cash and dash

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A im balling in fashion my killaz are armed and masked them he call