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GET IT FASTER
by Dineroh
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That cash I get it
Running all these red lights hope I do not get a ticket
They just want me to fall off
Promise to God I swear they wishing
Chase my goals
Stay away from these hoes
Dreams about me in that Urus
I'm new to this rap shit but I'm not a tourist
That cash I get it
Running all these red lights hope I do not get a ticket
They just want me to fall off
Promise to God I swear they wishing
Designer my clothes
I get it fast you get slow
Can't buy it three times I don't cop it
The prince of this rap shit is open I'll lock it
I'm hopping out flexing
Yeah I fuck with you now but in probably two weeks
Im gone ask can I switch for your best friend
And I know God is real because I asked for a route
And He showed me I swear it's a blessing
So I don't got no time for the messing
And one thing that I know you be guessing
And don't ask for prices you know you not paying
No time for the jeffin
Need to have so much money my kids got some money
So they can have some for they grandkids
Being broke is not funny
I chase the Dinero so much that I had to go brand it
I'm so C.T.D.
Man I'm trying to see me on T.V.
Fuck the house man I want the whole street
Im a winner my baby
I don't know defeat but you do
Have a seat
Run it run it
Run it fast by my momma a house
Count it count it
Count it up fast she gone lift up her blouse
Know I love all of my fans
Ain't think I would rap wasn't part of my plans
Think that I need some more hands
Ain't nobody counting up all on my bands no
I'm coming head first
Girl think that I'm stunting
But this a light day
Got the nerve to ask me for a purse
And they still hated me because how I played it
But trust me this shit gone get worse
So this F.N. five seven is going for nothing
Then take me a trip out to Turks
I don't even like fucking with perks
Less I'm selling to Kurt
I'm doing the dash and it's getting her anxious
He foul me I give a tech
The church and the bank are my two holy sanctions
I thank God when cashing my checks
In the club going dumb yeah this shit like confetti
Was plotting on camaro's I wanted a Chevy
But plans got to Changing
My pockets got heavy
This shit coming soon man I'm about to be ready
That cash I get it
Running all these red lights hope I do not get a ticket
They just want me to fall off
Promise to God I swear they wishing
Chase my goals
Stay away from these hoes
Dreams about me in that Urus
I'm new to this rap shit but I'm not a tourist
That cash I get it
Running all these red lights hope I do not get a ticket
They just want me to fall off
Promise to God I swear they wishing
Designer my clothes
I get it fast you get slow
Can't buy it three times I don't cop it
The prince of this rap shit is open I'll lock it
That cash I get it
Running all these red lights hope I do not get a ticket
They just want me to fall off
Promise to God I swear they wishing
Chase my goals
Stay away from these hoes
Dreams about me in that Urus
I'm new to this rap shit but I'm not a tourist
That cash I get it
Running all these red lights hope I do not get a ticket
They just want me to fall off
Promise to God I swear they wishing
Designer my clothes
I get it fast you get slow
Can't buy it three times I don't cop it
The prince of this rap shit is open I'll lock it
I'm hopping out flexing
Yeah I fuck with you now but in probably two weeks
Im gone ask can I switch for your best friend
And I know God is real because I asked for a route
And He showed me I swear it's a blessing
So I don't got no time for the messing
And one thing that I know you be guessing
And don't ask for prices you know you not paying
No time for the jeffin
Need to have so much money my kids got some money
So they can have some for they grandkids
Being broke is not funny
I chase the Dinero so much that I had to go brand it
I'm so C.T.D.
Man I'm trying to see me on T.V.
Fuck the house man I want the whole street
Im a winner my baby
I don't know defeat but you do
Have a seat
Run it run it
Run it fast by my momma a house
Count it count it
Count it up fast she gone lift up her blouse
Know I love all of my fans
Ain't think I would rap wasn't part of my plans
Think that I need some more hands
Ain't nobody counting up all on my bands no
I'm coming head first
Girl think that I'm stunting
But this a light day
Got the nerve to ask me for a purse
And they still hated me because how I played it
But trust me this shit gone get worse
So this F.N. five seven is going for nothing
Then take me a trip out to Turks
I don't even like fucking with perks
Less I'm selling to Kurt
I'm doing the dash and it's getting her anxious
He foul me I give a tech
The church and the bank are my two holy sanctions
I thank God when cashing my checks
In the club going dumb yeah this shit like confetti
Was plotting on camaro's I wanted a Chevy
But plans got to Changing
My pockets got heavy
This shit coming soon man I'm about to be ready
That cash I get it
Running all these red lights hope I do not get a ticket
They just want me to fall off
Promise to God I swear they wishing
Chase my goals
Stay away from these hoes
Dreams about me in that Urus
I'm new to this rap shit but I'm not a tourist
That cash I get it
Running all these red lights hope I do not get a ticket
They just want me to fall off
Promise to God I swear they wishing
Designer my clothes
I get it fast you get slow
Can't buy it three times I don't cop it
The prince of this rap shit is open I'll lock it
