Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JayyDaVibee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyree Thomas
Lyrics
Lyrics
Oh, fast money
You **** know how to run it up
You **** blow it and fuck it up
You **** win it, we're comin' up
Oh, fast money
You **** know how to run it up
You **** know how to run it up
You **** gotta go and run it up (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
You don't even like that **** (that ****, that ****)
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
Baby, come and fuck with a real one
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
Baby, come and fuck with a real one (fuck with a real one)
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
Baby, come and fuck with a real one
Money stay taller than buildings
Oh, what a hell of a feeling!
Countin' on half of a million
Flip it and turn it to billions
Somebody, go and get this doctor
I'm killin' these **** a monster
They in the black like a bumper
Take the trash, I put his ass in a dumpster
I will never ever fall
I'm forever wantin' more
I'm forever on a go
All gas peddled onto the floor
I done been stuck in the deep end
I done been stuck in the deep end
I know it happened for a reason
Just a reason for the season
I'm in my mode (am I really here, am I really here?)
'Member money added to my wish list (hey, yeah)
I'm married to money
I'm givin' it kisses (yeah, ayy)
Oh, fast money
You **** know how to run it up
You **** blow it and fuck it up
You **** win it, we're comin' up
Oh, fast money
You **** know how to run it up
You **** know how to run it up
You **** gotta go and run it up (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
You don't even like that **** (that ****, that ****)
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
Baby, come and fuck with a real one
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
Baby, come and fuck with a real one (fuck with a real one)
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
Baby, come and fuck with a real one
Fuck with a real one
Fuck with a real one
Baby, come and run up the band
Yeah, I know I see you got a man
But I just wanna be a friend
Maybe we can get it in, maybe we can get it in
Me and you and you and your friend
Bad bitches, they're obtained, mad bitches, they're offended
Real **** ain't no winner
But these **** are flawed
When you see me, I know you're watchin' a boss
A bunch of blue hunters, we're rockin' 'em all
It ain't 'bout the money, we ain't gotta talk
It's about money whenever I walk
It's about money whenever I talk
It's about money whenever I call (oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
I'm in my mode (am I really here, am I really here?)
Yeah, 'member money added to my wish list (yeah, ee-yeah)
I'm married to money
I'm givin' it kisses (yea-eeh, oh-oh)
Oh-oh, fast money
You **** know how to run it up
You **** blow it and fuck it up
You **** win it, we're comin' up
Oh, fast money
You **** know how to run it up
You **** know how to run it up
You **** gotta go and run it up (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
You don't even like that **** (that ****, that ****)
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
Baby, come fuck with a real one
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
Baby, come and fuck with a real one (fuck with a real one)
Are you fuckin' with that ****?
Baby, come and fuck with a real one
Written by: Alex Toth, Tyree Thomas
