Surf God, Baby Money - Fast Money lyrics

It's Surf
Niggas know what the fuck's goin' on, man
The reigning champ straight out of Southside

"Don't let that fast money get you
" what mama said
I been gassin', I got money issues
I hate to say it
I can't stop it, once you build
That trap and get to shoppin'
Shit you locked in
Buyin' all these 'bows like they was pros
I need a top ten love a ratchet bitch
Them hoes just shut up 'til you dick 'em down
Learned a magic trick, he pulled his back
Then it go chick chick pow
I need a nasty bitch
The only freak you had was Black & Mild
Lipgloss was shiny too
She turned me on and all she did was smile
Baby, where you from? Tryna rock your world
(Tryna rock your, I'm tryna rock)
Baby girl, let me get some
(yeah) , tryna stretch them curls
(Let me test 'em, baby, let me stretch 'em)
It's a rain storm, check the forecast
Surf in the club niggas finished
Got they hands out like they askin' for a hug
Takin' shots
I'm in the Galleria tryin' not to spend a dub
Smokin' spinners, time to pop out when I'm
Beatin' down her lungs
Baby, show me somethin', break it down
Then throw it in reverse
Monkey see, monkey do
That's why these niggas never first
Broke cracker hatin' on me
Put that loser in a verse
I know some millions waitin' on me
Won't give that price up to a hearse
Loaded off them 'Woods
I fucked around and wrecked my Chrysler
Pulled up to your hood
Why all the spots start lookin' nicer?
You a 'burbs boy, you in the shallow end
This shit get deep be done burnt boy, you
Fuckin' with them wolves, your ass a sheep
I won't let up, this heavy metal
This shit get rockin'
I got fed up, I pulled the lever
This bitch start barkin'
It's a set-up, can't take the pressure
Look how he talkin'
Keep your head up, not bein' clever
Your ass a target why they hatin' on me?
Like I ain't risk it all to
Get my niggas out them streets (No cap)
Read that crystal ball
It said for me to make a key (yeah)
Added mannitol, ran some zips up in a week
This some shit you wouldn't believe
This some shit you gotta see
Murder on the floor
Who gon' ride? Who gon' leave?
I done seen it all, that ain't your bro
He a leech let me make that call, send
Your mama to the priest
Another sucker put to sleep ayy, Money
Where the load at? Let's fuck the city
We got bricks and we got 'bows slappin'
(No cap) , we be the tickets
Couple niggas and they trigger happy
Tryna make shit happen
With my 4s, never leave the static
Leave my guys in action
Hit that road pushin' heavy traffic
Baby girl get active
Got that snow, tryna climb a mountain
Pussy wet like fountain
Only gangsters and some
Trappers around, bitch, can't you tell?
Mixin' Frances and exotic too loud
Just take a smell

Tell you that the 'za too loud, we takin' L's
And my youngin get caught for a body
We pay his bail
Nigga ain't never took shit from Los
He take a shell
Fifty pointers fallin' out of my watch
We rich as hell
On my third place, serve a whole thing
Came from Curry plays
Put one-fifty on your gang like what Herb say
A freak bitch
Chopper blowin' on the first date
He say he hustle 'cause he
Finally sold his first eight
Drop a big bag out the air
Make the earth shake at Fifth Ave like
"What you wear?" I got more pape'
They tryna add me up
But I'm tryna tell 'em Los straight
My bitch jacket Moncler, it's a cold life