Fast Money Lyrics

Trap real smelly, it's a whole lot of onions

Come a long way from only having four of them

Here right now because I started when I was younger

I ain't have no motivation, only thing I had was hunger

Fucked up the bag, so I went and got another

I got your back, right or wrong, that's my brother

In my own lane, I don't fit in with no others

When you up on the hill, it get hotter than the summer

My little youngin don't want peace, he said he wanted to see you suffer

I was down bad in the dirt, it made me tough

I remember being hungry, not with steak when I eat supper

They would sleep when I was down, so when up I'm saying fuck em

You don't need nobody else when all you do is go and get it

I'm turning pain and hunger into hundreds and to fifties

It's a whole lot of guala, but I can't lie, this shit is filthy

All these oochies in my pocket make these hoochies want my willy

I've been applying all this pressure, I just hope it ain't a waste

He was talking out his neck and he got hit all in his face

I'm in love with fast money, my life feel like it's a race

Bitch, I need my money pronto, I don't got nothing else to say

Everything we do is fast, I tell my bro to underlay

Tell my mama I'll be back, I just gotta make one more play

Tell my mama not to worry, if he play it, he gon' lay

I do this shit for you and the loved ones who in the grave

Look me in the face, please don't run away

I need you to stay, nothing is ever the same

I've been on this road, it's just me and my money

I ain't never alone, why won't you come home

My intentions were good, but I'm still in the wrong

Trap real smelly, it's a whole lot of onions

Came a long way from only having four of them

Here right now because I started when I was younger

I ain't have no motivation, only thing I had was hunger

Fucked up the bag, so I went and got another

I got your back, right or wrong, that's my brother

In my own lane, I don't fit in with no others

Up on the hill, it get hotter than the summer