Fast Money JD - Don't Touch My Shag Lyrics

Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my shag
I do not wear durags, so treat my shit like glass
Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my flag
Cause das' gone make me mad, and i'm gone get on yo' ass
Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my shag
Nigga dat' shit is not gas, dat' nigga mixtape trash
Move bitch hollon' teacher said wasn't gone pass
Tollem' f*ck goin' to class, nigga i'm tryna get me a bag

Boom boom boom boom errbody' on da flo
Fast Money through da door, all da hoes gotta go
Had to find myself like don Z-Ro
Knew I wasn't goin' pro, so you can come and get it for da low
My shag hang lo' my shag allow my f*ck yo hoe
Gotta box Chevy put it on fo's, and I still got my wrist in dat bowl
Dis is not Houston what is you stupid, we ain't comin down slamin Cadillac doors
I don't give a f*ck about smoke, shit all my niggas on go
Baking soda from da sto' nigga i'm tryna whip dat yo'
Eazy on da track bro doin' his thang. but i'm a clear it up like cocaine
Dis straight drop nigga ain't no name, we getn' money dat hate getn' lame
Fast Money nigga f*ck dat fame, I re-up on pure cocaine
Whip dat bitch Forest Lane, Whip dat bitch till' it's crack-cocaine

Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my shag
I do not wear durags, so treat my shit like glass
Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my flag
Cause das' gone make me mad, and i'm gone get on yo' ass
Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my shag
Nigga dat' shit is not gas, dat' nigga mixtape trash
Move bitch hollon' teacher said wasn't gone pass
Tollem' f*ck goin' to class, nigga i'm tryna get me a bag

Nawf Dallas we killas' untained gorillas
Still R.I.P. my nigga Simba and it's f*ck ya' if you ain't wit' us
They say my hood ain't no hood, so i'm a let you bitches feel us
Chopper wit' a short temper, prolly' got tape on da trigger
Choppers out then it's over, chopper too big for da holster
Chopper sound like a motor, so I got dat' bitch on my shoulder
Chopper hotter than a toaster, chopper up under da' sofa
Chopper leave a lil' oder, choppers and mo' baking soda
Plug threw me a couple chickens, that's why a nigga had to whip it
Every pack I done flipped it, guaranteed mil ticket
Can't never fold I been wit' it, you rap it I live it
I can't go to jail, nigga I don't put it on snap, cause it ain't yo business
Who da' f*ck he think he is, shit Fast Money JD
Baking soda wit' a stove and a bowl, and let a real nigga be
You a killer I see, I see you ain't kill me
And I'm DOLO ridin' SOLO so these niggas can't tell on me
Designer can't fit on my ass, that's why a nigga gotta' sag
That lean got me getn' fat, that's why I got these haters mad
Just please don't touch my shag, just please don't touch my shag
Just please don't touch my shag, or i'm gone beat yo' ass