Get Money (feat. Rick Ross)

Lyrics

GG, lil bitch, 33rd
 Yeah, how the fuck you winning, now you niggas look crummy
 Ask me where I been? Nigga I been getting money
 Walkin' through the storm, I knew my days would get sunny
 If I don't do shit, nigga I"m a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 What the fuck is up? Keep a pistol in the tuck
 Sipping on that cup, that shit kick you in the butt
 Might get a fiancée, but my bitch ain't in a rush
 Shout out Elliante, know my neck and wrist is bust
 Baby this is Prada, yeah she do it for the dolla
 Girl where you get that ass from? She get it from her mom
 These niggas talking that ra-ra shit but they don't want no drama
 We pulling up with hollow tips, I put that on my mama
 He fucking all the hoes, he be putting on them clothes
 He rock the Gucci loafers when he cooking on the stove
 A lotta, lotta smoke, you don't want it? Hold your nose
 Ten piece with the blue cheese, that's a bankroll, oh
 How the fuck you winning, now you niggas look crummy
 Ask me where I been? Nigga I been getting money
 Walkin' through the storm, I knew my days would get sunny
 If I don't do shit, nigga I"m a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 Brand new black Ferrari fat boy known to pop a clutch
 Bought another Rollie, Presidential is a must
 By the way that bottle, Belaire only one I touch
 Any nigga got a problem got a hot boy that'll bust 'em
 Half the market now the problem kilo by the crate
 C-Notes in the safe, cause C-notes on my face
 Indicted, I'ma fight it, like I'm Micheal Tyson
 Lawyer custom model, that's a couple car notes
 Homie doing fed time
 After 10 it's bedtime
 Snitchin' and you red line
 Dig a ditch and lay around
 Never wanted to play around
 Pussy boy don't make a sound
 Swishers in the wave cap
 Get money still in style
 How the fuck you winning, now you niggas look crummy
 Ask me where I been? Nigga I been getting money
 Walkin' through the storm, I knew my days would get sunny
 If I don't do shit, nigga I"m a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money
 

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Duration
02:57
Key
1
Tempo
151 BPM

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