Solomon Childs - Fast Money lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, what? We gon talk about my life, you heard? Gon talk about me, it's about what I see [Chorus: Solomon Childs] For fast money, drug sales and rehab For fast money, turned to crack heads For fast money, trees and whips Females strip for fast money We all gettin k**ed for fast money We live life for fast money My community trife, for fast money For fast money, trees and whips Females strip for fast money We all gettin k**ed for fast money [Solomon Childs] My life deep, poverty sleep, stick-up kids On the creep, projects wannabe Willie Lex Lugers Bootleg nine rugers, crack heads and schoolar's Under the wing, out of town duelers Brought through by the old schoolers '86 cats stash yae yo-las, in the coolers What the deal is? Some sister came to switch this Set ups, I swear this crooked b**hes, better livin' My momma wishes, two spoons and three dishes Snake n***as, bad waves, Allah puttin us all through a phase Livin in the last days, screamin "Where the money at?" Eleven karat fronts, twenty-two's and blunts My peeps gettin old on the corners, old Gods tried to warn us 'Bout the clear pops bubblin', white rocks Supreme Clientele on the blocks [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] Times is realer than the dope game, ain't nothin changed Crime partners, bulletproof Ac's Glitches in the project match, blindin from the hydro and Hennessey Fast money, third world wars, blood all over my valor's Slum Cuban Link bra**, peep the half Giulianni left a dent in my staff All of a sudden, the Chinese man be takin food stamps Incarcerated champs, snitchin on ya own brothers This is hell, they say Allah's supposed to love us Momma's sleepin wit the rent office Little Nina need to sell reef' for fast money Poppa said the best of them bleed for fast money [Chorus] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, and I solemnly swear, uh-huh