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fast money slow money - christ dillinger, dj smokey & rxknephew lyrics

[intro: rxknephew]
(drugs, guns, violence and terrorism)
(we supply it for a good price)
yeah, n*gga, where you find this?
yeah, uh*huh
yeah, uh*huh
fast money, slow money
fast money, slow money
side door, front door money
side door, front door money
fast money, slow money
fast money, slow money
side door, front door money (this song is funded by stolen oil money)
side door, front door money

[verse 1: rxknephew]
fast money, slow money
side door, front door money
got my b*tch wit’ me, that’s ho money
got bro in the front, swing to door for me
baby, i can’t help myself
they say i got mental health
spent five*hunnid on my gucci belt
six*fifty for my bb belt
it’s me and dillinger wit’ four nicks
drop the price low and got a [?]
we some drugs dealers, we don’t own sh*t
independent trapper, he don’t owe sh*t
they say my left wrist sick as h*ll
she ain’t gettin’ no channel
i pulled up in that cookie cream
my left pocket can pay the bail
i bow my top and do my thang
i get up, throw on all my chains
slow lane larry, slow lane
top shelf hit like propane
she say she like the way i dress
got out my sleep and chased a check
he trappin’, still ain’t made it yet
that money, i still ain’t save it yet
[chorus: rxknephew]
fast money, slow money
side door, front door money
fast money, slow money
side door, front door money
fast money, slow money
side door, front door money
got my b*tch wit’ me, that’s ho money
got bro in the front, swing to door for me (certified terror music)

[verse 2: christ dillinger]
spent two*thousand on my gucci belt, then bought that ho some new chanel
my right wrist look like key and peele, my left wrist look like kenan kel’s
baby, i don’t need no help, i move that work all by myself
n*gga reach for me or nephew chain, he gon’ get sent to h*ll
five*fifty for the glock .19, i’m funded by the triple beam
i pull up wit’ that skimask, n*gga, like my name was dj scheme
i’m known for gettin’ silly wit’ the dope like i was v*i*c
my ex*b*tch out depressed as sh*t ’cause her new n*gga just ain’t me
fifteen*fifty for the gucci shoes
we’ll put your shooter on the news
now what the f*ck you gonna do?
i don’t need a stove, i just need a spoon
i’m the bb simon final boss
we got more coke than adin ross
this l for louis, not lacoste
[?] dope, it’s takin’ off
[outro]
fast money, slow money
fast money, slow money
side door, front door money
side door, front door money
fast money, slow money
fast money, slow money
side door, front door money
side door, front door money
(we will get you k!lled)
(evil poison boys)

- christ dillinger dj smokey rxknephew lyrics

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