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Fast Money

"Fast Money" Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco

Hey now

What down yo?

What down what down

Hey now

I’m saying what’s the deal on that though

Hey now

I’m saying wh-what

Hey now

I’m saying man you want me to lay down or what man

Hey now

(Muffled)

Hey now

Hey listen c’mon man

Hey now

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Uh

Sneakers beep a heater underneath the seam

On the jeans every time I hit the scene

Like Mira

Look at me crook I be

Like ya neck when you slept wrong the American dream

Don’t step on the block that I run

Block that I brung the first beamer that they’d ever seen on these

Wit with the rocks I sling like David

Fee Fi Fo Fum

By nature I’m a hustla

Move pack like I move and I’m packing

Y’all niggas move back on the come up like elevator action

Welcome to the action-packed world of trapping

Where we tip into Chi-Town if you cook a key you will see

If you chop the nickels that you can get a drop and a box of pistols

Have to get it cooked so you can not get little

Fast (echo)

Money (echo)

‘cause all my habits important

I kept the illest hoopers in high school and Jordans

Kept the illest rappers in the hood recording

See I keep it real no I no bluffin’

I got money but I no puff them

I re-up remove weight like liposuction

Now follow a playa as I go hustling

For that fast

[Hook:]

[Guitar Wayne:]

Fast money baby

Money (echo)

Fast as it comes or faster

When the closet close

Then you’re on your own check

Can you dig it baby?

Woooohooo!

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

Uh

Now let’s see what happens when a little mackin and a little Cadillacin’ get it crackalackin on the scene like shush

Rings gators on seen the suits when I sneak

Man I pack shit for a king

Such as I

Uh, uh you try

See haters try to touch they uh, uh deny

This is not for the weak of heart like John Q

You’re just a John to that blonde who wants you

I’m cut from a finer cloth

See it’s pimpin’ in my blood

Know how much that vagina costs

If a playa suspect the game gon’ reject him

Welcome to the world’s oldest profession

We running game in the Chi-Town

Most niggas lame cuz they can’t accept it

They can never understand so they can’t respect it

They can never feel my pain cuz they can’t connect with it

Fast (echo)

Money (echo)

Pimps up hoes down

Why you trying to get that ho to swallow

If you get a brain then the hoes will follow

Uh, I keep it real see I know pimpin’

I tell them what they want cuz I know women

They better have my cash or I go tripping

Now follow a playa as I go hustling

For that fast

[Hook]

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