[Intro: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup]
Don't make me hit your bitch
Fast Money Boyz, Turn Around Gang
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I just hit a n***a bitch with my sticks on
Turn Around Gang we them n***as getting that shit gone
Aye, ran through all that work that you sitting on
Real dope boys still trapping off a minute phone

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I just fucked a n***a bitch in my Buffs
A hundred thousand dollars worth of vocals I ain't touch
A n***a wanna bag get off yo ass come see us
Better fuck her then reup, stay down now we up
Turn Around Gang prolly catch me out the country
Hell no I don't swipe, I got n***as come and punch it
Tell that bitch to order up some business, I got munchies
Imma fiend for the chicken, that shit turned me into junkie
Put her on the road, she come back with my money
Five hour drive, she turned around in Kentucky
Taking her to the O, teach her everything I know
So much money on the floor, I refuse to go broke
Heart beating off that wrist, back hurting off that trip
Brodie brought the rollie out, them lights hitting off his wrist
She taking selfies in my sticks, heard you beating on yo bitch
Fast Money Boyz we them young n***as with that shit
[Chorus: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup]
I just hit a n***a bitch with my sticks on
Turn Around Gang we them n***as getting that shit gone
Fast Money Boyz not them n***as you can shit on, this A1, this that shit I can sit on
Aye, I just hit a n***a bitch with my buffs on
Bitch that's twenty on the table , don't you move wrong
Topside know that A1 still strong, turnaround, still getting all that shit gone, n***a

[Verse 2: Eastside Reup]
I just hit a n***a bitch with my buffs on
Load on me holding weight like I'm Big Pun
Fuck a n***a playing both sides, got to pick one
Soon as I touch down with it, know that shit gone
Two hundred grams ran through a flip phone
Just hit a n***a hoe from the back playing Eighty's song
Bag worth fifty, thirty on me, I got eighty on
Big guns over here, if n***a's wanna play it wrong
Got that one shit around here, better come get some
We don't run out, we re-ing up before I send out
Just hit a n***a hoe, after I fucked told her get out
No I ain't playing I'm forreal, bitch get out
Turn around, talk that one shit that they don't know about
Like a five hundred ball sold out my dope-house
Made forty five that's a lil price, ran through half, two fifty of em, that's in one night, n***a aye

[Chorus: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup]
I just hit a n***a bitch with my sticks on
Turn Around Gang we them n***as getting that shit gone
Fast Money Boyz not them n***as you can shit on
This A1 This that shit I can sit on
Aye, I just hit a n***a bitch with my buffs on
Bitch that's twenty on the table
Don't you move wrong. topside know that A1 still strong
Turn around, still getting all that shit gone
[Verse 3: Eastside 80's]
Fucked yo bitch with my buffs on I can't see
With this dick down her throat bet she can't breathe
Pound her out from the back make her bust three
Let her jump on that dick, she can fuck me
Hitting n***as hoes with my shit was iceless
She don't love me, she just wanna fuck the white sticks
I might take a hoe out in public if she light skin
Ocean Prime two hundred, but the pussy priceless
L-L-Lobster mac, king crab legs, Hibachi lame
I just love the tint, fuck yo bitch in some Versace shades
One night with me, and the bitch gone think her life can change
If her ass ain't got a job, send her out the way
Put you on the hound, next week get your license straight
If the pussy good, new furniture lights and cable
Turn Around Gang we get fast money
And then cash foreign ride em like a crash dummy

[Chorus: FMB DZ, Eastside Reup]
I just hit a n***a bitch with my sticks on
Turn Around Gang we them n***as getting that shit gone
Fast Money Boyz not them n***as you can shit on
This A1 This that shit I can sit on
Aye, I just hit a n***a bitch with my buffs on
Bitch that's twenty on the table, don't you move wrong
Topside know that A1 still strong, turn Around still getting all that shit gone