Mad stressed
(Yo, just chill bro, chill man)
Nah, nah, I gotta get this money
(Yo, chill you got everythin' goin' for you, man)
I ain't got nothin', right now, man
(Ladies callin' you and all that, man)
Nah, that shit was down
(You 'bout to blow soon, you know?)
Niggas ain't for real, kid
That's dream, kid, this is reality
This is reality, this is the real world
Nah, I gotta get this fuckin' money, kid, word up
Fuck that, nah, fuck that (whatever, man)

I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another three in ice
Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus get beef tonight
Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, brin' a camcorder
Grab his fam (fam), and run the train on his granddaughter
Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin'
Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him
Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust
In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels
It's settled, better put on your metal, foot on the pedal
We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto
Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants
Out for the fast cash, level advance
Takin' a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot
Tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran

(Toma, toma, take this)
(Yeah, toma, toma, I'ma get it)
(You ready? You ready) (I want it, baby)
(Let's get this money)

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash a niggas shit like a crash dummy
Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place

Ayo, the plot thickens, I'm pickin' the locks in the back entrance
Payin' attention, not tryna get knocked and catch a fat sentence
Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so
They got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco choke hold (oh oh)
Their security system's linear laser protection
No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin'
Inspectin' the vault, for weapons assault, second of course
It's poisonous rays, boiled and baked in Epsom salt
Rep in New York is the cat burglar, the fat murderer
Slippin' the clip in the Mac, inserterer
Hurtin' your pockets, droppin' your stock to zero profit
Holdin' heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks
Back to the top again, hand the grand prize
The safe flies open, the shinin' was blindin' my eyes
I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold
Passed the dough to Cuban started movin' for the back, let's go
That's when I heard the sirens hopin' that my ears was lyin'
Knew we was dyin' when I saw the guard we tortured cryin'
Pointin' at the buildin' screamin', "I can see them, kill 'em"
Snipers was willin' but couldn't, there's too many civilians
Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run
Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die bustin' our guns"

Oye castigador, saca el fucking cañon
Vamos pa' la guerra, vamos a enseñarlo
A castigarlos

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash a niggas shit like a crash dummy
Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place
Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash a niggas shit like a crash dummy
Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place

Ayo, it's time to pay, and I ain't tryna give my shine away
Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about a brighter day
I cocked the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock, it was diesel
Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin' like it was legal
We need a plan, if we can make it to the van
Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan
Me and my man are runnin' out of ammo, I got about a handful
Of Black Rhino's and two Rambles strapped to my ankles
I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel
Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield
I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remainin'
Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker they gainin'"
I gave him the case, told him, "Go ahead save yourself
Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave 'em Hell"
For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin'
Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggas reachin'

Yo Quan, yo Cuba, what the fuck?
Get in the motherfuckin' van
The fuckin' police, what the fuck you jumpin' off?
Fuck these niggas, duck down, duck down
We gotta get the fuck outta here

Copyright: JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Christopher Rios