Get The Money

[Intro] (808 Mafia) [Chorus] Yeah, get the money (Ayy) I'ma go get the money (Yeah) I'ma go get the money (Yeah) I'ma go get the money (Yeah) I'ma go get the money (Huh) I'ma go get the money (Get it) I'ma go get the money (Hold on) I'ma go get the money Look at my wrist, one hundred And my new bitch, she one hundred I gotta get the money Hope that I live 'til a hundred (Yeah) I turned this shit into somethin' I remember it was nothin' Look at my wrist, one hundred My little bitch, she one hundred (Yeah) [Verse 1] Get the money I'ma go get the money I'ma go get the money I'ma go get the money Go to the dealer, I want it Try check my credit bitch, run it Yeah, my new watch cost a hundred And my ring cost fifty somethin' Bracelet like sixty somethin' (Damn) Sing to your bitch, David Ruffin Choker my chain and it's cuffin' Move with the stick get to bustin' Look at my wrists, they be bussin' Look at the time, and it said it's 12:20 I don't understand how I spit somethin' They don't understand how I spit somethin' [Pre-Chorus] All these girls on me and I love it (Love it) They only on me because of the money (Yeah) Move around, AP and I flood it Got a new watch, gave the AP to my cousin Got my new watch and that bitch cost a hundred Got my new watch, yeah that bitch cost a hundred You cannot touch it, 'cause you got no money Block it be hot, that bitch feel like a oven, boy [Chorus] Yeah, get the money (Ayy) I'ma go get the money (Yeah) I'ma go get the money (Yeah) I'ma go get the money (Yeah) I'ma go get the money (Huh) I'ma go get the money (Get it) I'ma go get the money (Hold on) I'ma go get the money Look at my wrist, one hundred And my new bitch, she one hundred I gotta get the money Hope that I live 'til a hundred (Yeah) I turned this shit into somethin' I remember it was nothin' Look at my wrist, one hundred My little bitch, she one hundred (Yeah) [Verse 2] Told her my cappin' the same Told that lil' boy, "Do not jump in my lane" (Yeah) I might just swerve in your lane with a Range A lil' strange but I swear I'm not lame, uh Yeah, I got tired of waitin', yeah Got the money 'cause I'm patient, yeah Got the money 'cause they stayed, uh Stacking my chips just like Lays, wait These niggas mad 'cause I made (Racks) Rick Owens all on my bed and my table Talkin' 'bout guap, you're fake Your girl hit me up thinkin' I'll pay your cable Woah, about to say please Girl, about to say please (Better) Don't wanna stay then I leave Number (N)ine jeans 'cause I feel Japanese (Woah) [Pre-Chorus] Got them racks on me (Huh) You can't flex on me (No) Got them racks on me You can't flex on me She ain't want me Now I put dick in her tummy (Hey) Made that bitch count up the money (Yeah) Made that bitch count up the money (It's Lil Uzi) [Chorus] Yeah, get the money (Ayy) I'ma go get the money (You better get it) I'ma go get the money (You better get it) I'ma go get the money (You better get it, yeah) I'ma go get the money (Huh) I'ma go get the money (You better get it) I'ma go get the money (You better get it) I'ma go get the money (You better get it) Look at my wrist, one hundred And my new bitch, she one hundred I gotta get the money Hope that I live 'til a hundred (Yeah) I turned this shit into somethin' I remember it was nothin' Look at my wrist, one hundred My little bitch, she one hundred (Yeah) [Outro] You better get it! (808 Mafia)