Get Money

[Hook]

Get money, get money, get money

I told 'em: get money, get money, get money

I got 'em: get money, get money, get money

I'm goin': get money, get money, get money

Hey, I'm ridin' through my city with my rims sittin' high

And my top dropped feelin' like a king

Hey, I'm ridin' through my city with my rims sittin' high

And my top dropped feelin' like a king

[Verse 1]

Get money my A, pop rubberbands

Fuck what you think, I'm still the man

Young Krizzle top dropped, I'm headin' to the top spot

I'm swervin' in a boss car, I party like a rock star

Rollin' on these sucker motherfuckers that were down on me

My bread got bigger, young nigga you should crown me

I just touched down in the city of the Queen

I ride around town, and I'm feelin' like a king

I'm higher than you ever been, I'm higher than you ever be

G4, first class, some shit that you could never see

Sippin' (?) and bread, as country as I wanna be

All this money that I gettin', you'd think the feds was onto me

Eyes low, ride slow, 2 miles per hour ho

If money ain't your motivation, what the fuck you cryin' for

Takin' pictures of me now, but it's all good

All my real niggas in the hood

I tell 'em

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[Verse 2]

I belong in the sky with the stars and the moon

I was told to get money way before I left the womb

If I can pitch it to ya, better believe I'm a goon

I'mma be a millionaire way before I'm in a tomb

I made a couple power plays, dropped a couple bombs

Now my screens hang down, ceiling like Saddam

My life just like a movie, and this would be the scene

When my father held me up and said my son gonna be a king

I'm woodgrain drippin', my paint still flippin'

My top got lost, but nah it ain't missin'

He ain't never seen it done like this

The grill, the chain, the charm, the wrists

The car, the clothes, the hoes, the whips

The black 24's with the chromed out lids

They hatin' on me baby, but yea it's all good

Tell all them trap stars that still in the hood

I tell 'em

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[Verse 3]

Hey, I got money in the (?), monkeys on my ass

I see the laws, hit the turnin' lane and mash on the gas

I swang and I swerve, I do it like none other mayne

My leather so-so, I call my top that butter mayne

I'm slabbed out down 85, woodgrain grippin' get her to the tele

Then I get up in it

Certified with this pimpin'

Official with my mouthpiece

Make it where these niggas in the hood can't doubt me

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