Young nola - 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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