Fat Freddy

Fat Freddie
It's not a bad name
The dude ain't got you money?
He don't
He's been all stretched out like he's come in some money or somethin'
That's his ass
He-, he's good for it, it's that bitch of his, you know, he's a problem
I got 50 men out in the streets, now if they all get bitch troubles, I starve?

Is that it, is that what you tryna tell me, dude?
Priest, do what you wanna do
I want his ass out workin'
Shit, please, you know me, man, you'll get your money
Yeah, when? This ain't the first time for your, trick
I've had to wait for as long as a month on you for my money
Are you trying to take advantage of me, Freddie? This time your black ass is goin' to work

Priest, all I do is sell coke, man, I don't do no violence, I don't mess with no family
I don't got no guns (don't you act up, nigga)
Don't argue with me, man, I'm tryna give you a chance
If you don't get me my money tonight, I'ma put that young girl of yours out on whore's row
Listen, Priest, that's my wife you talkin' about, man (so what?)
Now somebody is goin' to work tonight, Freddie
You really shouldn't have fucked with my money, Freddie