Fastmoney by Funds AP Lyrics
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
(AP, AP, AP)
Racks, I’m finna fuck up a pack (racks, racks racks)
Double the profit, it’s all in my wallet, I fuck it up get it right back (bands, bands)
Tell that lil hoe relax, bitch I be all in the trap
I got the percs, xans and the lean, you know that I keep me a strap
See we on the back block jugging
Don’t get ya life tooken (bow)
Said the gun went missing
In the stash spot hidden
Use the Glock or the smith’n
24 Be the Pivot
74 Be the digits
Bitch I’m all bout the business
Pop out
I fuck with killers & drop outs
We got the city on lockdown, you finna see what this Glock ‘bout (bow bow bow)
Bitch I got seven shippies out of France and I got the message they on route
I like fast money all in my hands, you know the trap never clock out
Get money, nigga lay low
Give that dummy boy a halo
Like games, nigga we don’t play those
Shit blast when your face close (bow)
Got in trouble for a bankroll
Lawyer beat the case now the case closed
Kick works, Ima take those
Runners in and out till the bank close
Stars in the wraith, blues in the safe, I can’t be fucking my hunnits up
He GDk, get out the way, rounds out the 40 gon done him up
I put in pain, don’t gotta explain, call me they know ima get it done
Her nigga a lame, treesh want a train, send in the dogs she gon eat em up (treeshaaa)
I need a perc & some dusse, a 30, tell brodie watch out ima Lyft em
I got the bread on the line for his brother, tell Brodie go make em a victim
Bitch I be tired of fighting these demons, I’m tryna get shit out my system
3 different drugs ima mix em
He want the pounds ima ship em
Flip em
Clip em
He tried to run off with this one
That nigga said that I missed him
Spin back around just to get him
Split em
Hit em
You could get hit if you with em
Right in the ground, ima pit em
All of his mans, ima list em
And now we four deep in the V (skr, skr, skr)
I got a Glock and a sig and a chop, put ammo right under the seat
Don’t make me reach for the feet
Couple of bands in a week
Get a new wave me & bro do it dirty then send it right out to the streets
They know my 6’s elite
AP then repeat nigga (AP, AP)
Flock out
He said he gang but don’t rock out
Boy talking bad we gon plot now
Spinning ya block till it’s hot out
Bow Bow, Get down
Shooting until the clip drop out
Bitch I get bread on the walk out
You don’t get fed with a closed mouth, nigga cash out
Racks, I’m finna fuck up a pack (Racks, racks, Racks)
Double the profit, it’s all in my wallet, I fuck it up get it right back (Bands, Bands)
Tell that lil hoe relax, bitch I be all in the trap
I got the percs, xans and the lean, you know that I keep me a strap (Pussy)
Uh, yeah
(AP, AP, AP)
Racks, I’m finna fuck up a pack (racks, racks racks)
Double the profit, it’s all in my wallet, I fuck it up get it right back (bands, bands)
Tell that lil hoe relax, bitch I be all in the trap
I got the percs, xans and the lean, you know that I keep me a strap
See we on the back block jugging
Don’t get ya life tooken (bow)
Said the gun went missing
In the stash spot hidden
Use the Glock or the smith’n
24 Be the Pivot
74 Be the digits
Bitch I’m all bout the business
Pop out
I fuck with killers & drop outs
We got the city on lockdown, you finna see what this Glock ‘bout (bow bow bow)
Bitch I got seven shippies out of France and I got the message they on route
I like fast money all in my hands, you know the trap never clock out
Get money, nigga lay low
Give that dummy boy a halo
Like games, nigga we don’t play those
Shit blast when your face close (bow)
Got in trouble for a bankroll
Lawyer beat the case now the case closed
Kick works, Ima take those
Runners in and out till the bank close
Stars in the wraith, blues in the safe, I can’t be fucking my hunnits up
He GDk, get out the way, rounds out the 40 gon done him up
I put in pain, don’t gotta explain, call me they know ima get it done
Her nigga a lame, treesh want a train, send in the dogs she gon eat em up (treeshaaa)
I need a perc & some dusse, a 30, tell brodie watch out ima Lyft em
I got the bread on the line for his brother, tell Brodie go make em a victim
Bitch I be tired of fighting these demons, I’m tryna get shit out my system
3 different drugs ima mix em
He want the pounds ima ship em
Flip em
Clip em
He tried to run off with this one
That nigga said that I missed him
Spin back around just to get him
Split em
Hit em
You could get hit if you with em
Right in the ground, ima pit em
All of his mans, ima list em
And now we four deep in the V (skr, skr, skr)
I got a Glock and a sig and a chop, put ammo right under the seat
Don’t make me reach for the feet
Couple of bands in a week
Get a new wave me & bro do it dirty then send it right out to the streets
They know my 6’s elite
AP then repeat nigga (AP, AP)
Flock out
He said he gang but don’t rock out
Boy talking bad we gon plot now
Spinning ya block till it’s hot out
Bow Bow, Get down
Shooting until the clip drop out
Bitch I get bread on the walk out
You don’t get fed with a closed mouth, nigga cash out
Racks, I’m finna fuck up a pack (Racks, racks, Racks)
Double the profit, it’s all in my wallet, I fuck it up get it right back (Bands, Bands)
Tell that lil hoe relax, bitch I be all in the trap
I got the percs, xans and the lean, you know that I keep me a strap (Pussy)