MoneyMarc - Fast Lane (feat. Ronsocold & Scott Benji)

Got a Spanish plug
His name Jose
He gone make something shake
Like a earthquake
Got a bad ass hoe by my side
You niggas ain't got mob ties
You know I walk around with that fire
You niggas won't hurt a fly
You know I get so fly
Like I grew some wings
Trying to get a bag
And split it with my team
These hoes some junkies
They fuck for a gram of weed
Put my bitch in double C
These niggas ain't nothing like me

Got a cup and a wood, while I'm recording
Taking Ls ain't no option, there ain't shit that can hold us
You gone need a coat because Ronsocold with me
We bubble it up with no holster
I'm making these hits and they saying
I ain't missing yeah swishing for life Money Marc gone keep scoring
If she ain't black then she boring
Just chill I'm just using the slogan
I switch from a Jeep to a foreign
Fuck all them critics this world need exploring
I'm in a big body with my brother Scotty
Pull up to the scene you know he right behind me
I know a few niggas that's down it's a hobby
They got a few bodies we let you decide it
If he popping then she fucking no topic
Ain't no knocking we get in we the hottest
Living lavish people dropping like flies
I want a million I won't switch on my guys
She pussy popping like a perc or a molly and y'all niggas rats can't deny it or hide it
Living lavish people dropping like flies
Bout a million I won't switch on my guys

I don't give a fuck if you motherfuckers hate me
Linking with Jay-Z or even Scorsese could save me
Ill kill everybody that blames me
Better tell Tracey to seek out for safety
My old lady may be a fan of Mercedes
But I'm bout to go pick up me a McGrady
The records gone screw me like Rodgers and Brady
22 rappers so 22 babies
22 bullets and there is no safety
My trigger say pull it now everyone hates me
Some say that I'm crazy I took what they gave me
No cap in my rap do this shit on the daily
Called up my baby I call her my baby
I follow a halo in search for a Katie
Maybe if shady could put me on Haley
It worked in my favor the labels gone play me
Money Marc called me said meet where I'm at, got the homie so cold on a track
Call it whatever we shoot for what's better what's under my sweater a hole for my strap
Quit with the talking my brothers gone feel me
Drop half a mill for a hole in his back
Put that aside for a deal bet a mill will feel better
I let her takeover in fact

Got a Spanish plug
His name Jose
He gone make something shake
Like a earthquake
Got a bad ass hoe by my side
You niggas ain't got mob ties
You know I walk around with that fire
You niggas won't hurt a fly
You know I get so fly
Like I grew some wings
Trying to get a bag
And split it with my team
These hoes some junkies
They fuck for a gram of weed
Put my bitch in double C
These niggas ain't nothing like me

Written by:
Aaron Gilmore, Marcus Haskins, Xavier Haskins

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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