Fast Life lyrics

[Intro]
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga

[Verse 1]
They told me money is the root of all evil, I ain't believe 'em
Then I seen n*ggas started gettin' money, change on they people
Used to be broke, and now I'm up, these n*ggas, they can't believe it
I just lay her down and dig deep, she singing like Aretha
I ain't friendly, all that nice sh*t'll put you in the bag
I get money, I can teach you how to get it, come to my class
Cool n*gga, you don't wanna see who I am when I'm mad
My first time using that blickie, I ain't even wear my mask

[Chorus]
I'm from the D, I got my buffs on, the white
Man, fully Glock, and this b*tch worse than getting hit by Tyson
n*gga, bad b*tches love f*cking with me, and I one night 'em
I'm from the D, I'm really in the deep with pads, sound like the Lions
My n*gga, fast cars, fast hoes, fast money, fast life
Can't be broke forever, boy, go get your cash right
Who is you? I made like twenty thousand last night
Ain't never going broke, I'm looking for the money, I got a flashlight

[Verse 2]
Everybody wanna be killers, who gon' get the money?
My trigger finger, it been itchin', feel like killing somethin'
I ain't gon' lie, man, I be fiending, boy, I need money
My b*tch, she so f*cking cold, I'd probably sneeze on her
Broke n*ggas make me sick, that's why I be sipping lean
I make all my hoes mad 'cause I'll f*ck a b*tch and leave
Man, she wasn't doing what I say, I'd probably kick her out the team
That ho was asking me for money, I told her wake up out your dream
Yeah
n*gga, and I get a drop, I still'll ride out
I be out here playing ball, I see the opps, they calling timeout
Can't be hanging with broke n*ggas, I'd probably sign out
Ain't clocking out on n*ggas 'til I run me up a bag
I got dirty money on me, this ain't the type of sh*t that you flash
I'm just hustling, I be really hustling, like my dad
Get a bag, break it down, that b*tch be gone in a flash, n*gga
I love hanging 'round with hoes, those n*ggas come with problems
I can have a meeting with God, I'ma bring the chopper
[Chorus]
I'm from the D, I got my buffs on, the white
Man, fully Glock, and this b*tch worse than getting hit by Tyson
n*gga, bad b*tches love f*cking with me, and I one night 'em
I'm from the D, I'm really in the deep with pads, sound like the Lions
My n*gga, fast cars, fast hoes, fast money, fast life
Can't be broke forever, boy, go get your cash right
Who is you? I made like twenty thousand last night
Ain't never going broke, I'm looking for the money, I got a flashlight