Fast money Lyrics

I said, oh, uh-huh

I said, mm-mm-mm

Ya heard me? New Orleans

Yeah, yeah

Young Nola, baby

This that N.O. , baby

Yeah, ya heard me? Yeah

La, la, la

Diamonds on my wrist, got a redbone in the car

We goin' to the mall, but she don't live that far

I got that Drac on me, smoke him and his paw

Pants sagging, dickie fit, ice on my wrist

Gun on my waist, what you wanna do

Put a casket on his face

Nigga, I'm the truth, don't make me catch a case

Young Nola from the boot, got two choppers on me

Like a fuckin' state troop

Hurricane Katrina on top of the building

Man, I see all this water, nigga tryna make a million

Bush ain't do nothin' but lie to the people

Lie to the people, his troops so evil

Bodies in the Superdome, look like a funeral home

No, I mean the graveyard, man, that nigga think he hard

Let me catch you off guard, gotta swipe my bank card

Dead bodies floating all in the backyard

Hold up, wait, convention center

People lyin' on the ground, police still gun em down

Turn your face to a frown, what we gon' do

Who is you? Police let a nigga through

On that helicopter flyin' over that water

I'm lookin' at the city, people done lost they daughters

The white people, they laughin' on the news

Like everything cool, black people, they fools

Diamonds on my wrist, got a redbone in the car

We goin' to the mall, but she don't live that far

I got the Drac on me, smoke him in his paw

Pants sagging, dickie fit, ice on my wrist

Gun on my waist

What you wanna do? Put a casket on his face

Nigga, I'm the truth, don't make me catch a case

Young Nola from the boot, got two choppers on me

Like a fuckin' state troop

Young Nola, he a giant, gon' attack like a lion

Iced out, see them diamonds, tell that nigga stay silent

Got a silence on the pistol with a whistle to the gristle

Man, I'm eatin these skittles, world, war, two-the missile

Shoot a girl in the nipple, you got a diamond nickel

I ain't worryin' bout these rappers, cause Nola official

Hold up, she a city girl

And I'ma go and get her, but she don't get a penny

I can hit you with this semi, nigga, ridin' in that Bentley

Nola sippin' on that Henny, white girl named Jenny

Got guns, got plenty, ya heard me

New Orleans, that 504