Get Money

Lyrics

Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 You wanna sip mo' on my living room flo'?
 Play Nintendo with cease a Leo
 Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
 Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
 Spin my V, smoke all my weed
 Tattoo on tittie' sayin' B.I.G., now check it
 You wanna be my main squeeze baby
 Don't ya, you wanna gimme what I need baby
 Won't ya, picture life as my wife, just think
 Full length mink, fat X and O links
 Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
 Showed you the safe combinations and all that
 Guess you could say you's the one I trusted
 Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
 Shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot
 Took me to court, tried to take all I got
 'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said, "I raped her"
 Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?
 My Moschino ho', my Versace hottie
 Come to find out, you was fuckin' everybody
 You knew about me, the fake ID
 Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
 Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin'
 Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin'
 Lick in the door, wavin' the .44
 All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more"
 Disrespect my clique, my shits imperial
 Fuck around and made her milk box material
 You feel me? Suckin' dick, runnin' your lips
 'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck-a-bitch shit
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 Nigga, better grab a seat
 Grab on your dick as this bitch get deep
 Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet
 Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
 Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
 Used to bring work outta' town on Greyhound
 Now I'm Billboard bound, niggas pressed to hit it
 Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it
 Rather do the killin' than the stick up juxs
 Or rather count a million while you eat my pussy
 Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it
 Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat
 You wanna be my main squeeze nigga
 Don't ya?, you wanna lick between my knees nigga
 Don't ya wanna see me whippin' your three down the ave
 Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad
 Break up affairs, lick shots in the air
 You get vexed, and start swingin' everywhere
 Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me?
 Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine
 Yeah what nigga? I ain't got time for this
 So what nigga? I'm not tryin' to hear that shit
 Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
 Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots
 Things that make up for all the games and the lies
 Hallmark cards, sayin', "I apologize"
 Is you wit' me? How could you ever deceive me?
 But payback's a bitch, motherfucka' believe me
 Nah, I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo' flow
 Just a little somethin', to let you motherfuckers know
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
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 Fuck niggas, get money
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Fuck niggas, get money
 

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Duration
04:34
Key
11
Tempo
91 BPM

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