Jacob Lethal Beats - Faster lyrics

[Intro] I've been pimpin' with these b**hes Top n***a only f**ing with the richest I take my money serious If you ain't bout that money gang You shouldn't be f**ing with me period My boxers Versace Ask em b**hes how my dick taste my cum flashy Other hoes going around talking How n***as cum nasty They riding my dick fast, like they riding a Bugatti [Hook] Faster, I making money faster Get your n***as murked Don't give a f** if you a black belt or a master Doing moves faster, feeling blessed Praying every Sunday at church with my pastor Turning up with my n***as in the crib Turn that sh** into a disaster Trappin with the G's, if you ain't got my money Glock to your head Make you get my money faster [Verse 1] Get the money Get the money Don't bother dialing my number If you ain't gonna be talking money Muthaf**as really think they can diss me Put you n***as on make ya look funny Hunnid thou hunnid thou sagging my pants Make it rain on that b**h When she Givin me a lap dance b**h you lucky if you f**ing with me Take a peak at em other b**hes In line trynna sleep with me I got juice, I got the juice n***a I got the juice Timbs on me with my trues Take that b**h out for a late night cruise Winning money wining money I ain't ever loose f**n***a trynna try the same p**y I do With the fake chain, can't rock it If it was real catch you slippin, I'd snatch it [Hook] Faster, I making money faster Get your n***as murked Don't give a f** if you a black belt or a master Doing moves faster, feeling blessed Praying every Sunday at church with my pastor Turning up with my n***as in the crib Turn that sh** into a disaster Trappin with the G's, if you ain't got my money Glock to your head Make you get my money faster [Verse 2] Yeah, I've been broke for the longest Now I'm getting paper still the youngest God blessing me with fat a** All these b**hes in my DM Be the thickest and the baddest Dam lil n***a with the same name Coming up to me thinking he got game Getting mad his b**h got me a bracelet Look at me, look at you No competition muthaf**a just face it Faster, faster, faster Making money faster Young k**a trapper Paper chasing hustler Faster I was f**ing with the wrong b**h At the wrong time She was f**ing with me and my n***a At the same time 2014 summertime If that hoe ever hit me up I ain't got no time Lost taste in those type of b**hes I ain't ever f**ing with that type no more All these lil n***as now f**ing with her But I had that b**h before She go around the city Everybody get they chance Make that dirty p**y dance Go back in time if I had the chance Man that b**h is so f**ing dirty Hit the b**h with the Glock 30 [Hook] Faster, I making money faster Get your n***as murked Don't give a f** if you a black belt or a master Doing moves faster, feeling blessed Praying every Sunday at church with my pastor Turning up with my n***as in the crib Turn that sh** into a disaster Trappin with the G's, if you ain't got my money Glock to your head Make you get my money faster [Outro] Get the money get the money Faster Get the money get the money Faster Get the money get the money Faster Don't make me k** these n***as Imma pray for that not to happen With my pastor