Big Homie Wes-Fast Money (Lyrics)
Verse 1:
Big Homie Wes
We Back
(Yeah)
Was the youngest out the Mo when I did (when I did it)
Fourteen years with a fitted (with a fitted)
Coulda caught the case cold but I didn’t (but I didn’t)
Still laying’ low how I’m winning (laying low)
A whole pay roll what I’m spending (pay roll)
When I say it’s over how I end it (how I end it)
Just touched down for the ten flip (for the ten flip)
The homie really bust rounds don’t tempt him (bop bop)
I-I-I’m riding with some wild cats/
Taxes I don’t file that/
The stash I’m never tired at/
Fuck it man just fire back,
No rules in love and war,
So there ain’t a damn thing that I’mma be suffering for
Let’s get it/
Chorus:
Big money, cash money
Give it up now! (Cash money)
Big money, fast money
Give it up now! (Fast money)
Big money, cash money
Give it up now! (Cash money)
Big money, fast money
Give it up! (Give it up)
Big money, cash money
Give it up now! (Cash money)
Big money, fast money
Give it up!
Big money, cash money
Give it up now! (Cash money)
Big money, fast money
Verse two:
Straight through the gate,
With a half pound of weight/
Keep it on my person,
When they pat the waist/
Haven’t been the same since my pops passed away/
Leaving one sparked, in the ash tray/
(Deep breath)
Bridge:
Stay hustlin’ I tell em/ (yeah)
Homie stay hustlin’/
Hustlin’ I tell em/ (yuh huh)
Homie stay hustlin’/
Stay hustlin’ I tell em/
Homie stay hustlin’
Chorus:
Big money, cash money
Give it up now!
Big money, fast money
Give it up now!
Big money, cash money
Give it up now!
Big money, fast money
Give it up! (Give it up)
Big money, cash money
Give it up now!
Big money, fast money
Give it up! (Give it up)
Big money, cash money
Give it up now!
Big money, fast money
Verse three:
Tropicana cookies,
No arm and hammer rookie/ (yeah)
Call me toting hammer Tookie,
Used to write songs with no hook/ (no hook)
Now I hit the mic,
And recite a whole book/ (whole book)
Real as it come,
Just like it looks/ (what it lookin like baby)
Chorus:
Big money, cash money
Give it up now! (Cash money)
Big money, fast money
Give it up now! (Fast money)
Big money, cash money
Give it up now! (Cash money)
Big money, fast money
Give it up! (Give it up)
Verse four:
Sumer time over,
That mean this shit not pretty now/
Still getting paper,
Like I print it out/
Everything I do mint,
Hit the mic just to vent
Livin’ life with intent,
They say I’m too intense/
Can’t be on the fence,
Feeling woke in a truer sense/
Yeah,
And you know what it is.
Big Homie
Repping for the Mo.
802
North side.
Chorus:
Big money, cash money
Give it up now! (Cash money)
Big money, fast money
Give it up now! (Fast money)
Big money, cash money
Give it up now! (Cash money)
Big money, fast money
Give it up! (Fast money)
Big money, cash money
Give it up now! (Cash money)
Big money, fast money
Give it up! (Fast money)
Big money, cash money
Give it up now! (Cash money)
Big money, fast money
