[Produced by Chemist]
[Intro]
D-Money, D-Money, D-Money, D-Money
[Verse 1]
D-Money ho (D-Money)
All we do is tell 'em so
Why we look professional
And you look like a talent show? (Uh)
All we do is bank, royalty forever and
Find a bad bitch, bring her home like a veteran (Veteran)
Make her waffles (Ah), with pecans
I'm eatin' (Yum), one free hand
Been sayin' that we roll with the illest
Like roaches in the kitchen, go and watch a nigga kill it
I'm a P-I-M-P, why we spelling?
'Cause there's K-I-Ds around me (Uh)
DeKalb County, where you at? (Uh)
If you wit' me, holla back
ATL done got them here
Bankhead Row turned Hollowell
Percocet for my kinfolk
My girl look like Miss Info
Y'all been slow, I been told
Y'all Kinkos, copy ho
No, I ain't drunk, I just text badly
Runnin' through paper like a pep rally
When I'm in your city, better get rowdy
I spit Downy, know shit 'bout me (Spit Downy)
Stone Mountain Georgia
Got somethin' (Somethin') for ya (Uh)
Killin' bars, I'm a lawyer (Bye)
Baby drinking Goya, girl, put your shades on
Man, I die for my hood (Trayvon!)
[Chorus]
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
[Verse 2]
He talk shit, he better not
Rap game, my wet spot (Ayy)
I fucked y'all, you fucked up
Like white girls with dreadlocks (Ayy)
So dread not, I rowboat
These hoes know, no photos
My girl ball like Lobo (Uh, uh, uh)
Then she blow my K-Ci
And Jojos, where the fuck my money at? (Money at)
In the hood like I'm fixin' a Pontiac (Pontiac)
On deck wit' a gang of black Kennedies
Eight goons and they all got felonies (Uh)
Still gettin' money like white folks (Woo!)
Still got quotes like Geico
I don't know French, that's "ma faute" (Ma faute)
Never not funny like fat jokes
(Like when someone is like, "What happened to Chris?"
And you- you turn around and there's a fat guy that kind of looks like Chris
And you like, "Oh shit" and you start laughin' and shit)
And I'm back in this bitch
And I'm black and I'm rich
And I'm cashin' it in for some passion and sin (Uh, uh, uh)
For some action with them, yeah (Yeah)
Got a stank ho wit' me
Drivin' around and I run the whole city (Uh)
Everybody know she got tig ol' bitties
But nobody cares like it's J. Cole, Diggy (Uh)
Jordan Diddy on my stereo
High on shrooms like Mario
Salvia, shamanic drugs (Uh)
Fuck my life (Uh), they on to us
I'm fly as fuck (Uh)
[Chorus]
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
[Verse 3]
Fuck y'all, I come hard (Uh)
Like SpongeBob, my friends stars (Uh)
Like Friendster, nobody going to remember you (Woo!)
Whack dudes, they like you, but only for a day or two
They hated you from now on, like D-Money
Like Faison, I hate on that
Lame song they play on, that play on (Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)
I can't take, royalty
On my shit, on my dick
I can't wait
Toe to toe, I bang shit (Uh)
Homophobes on gay shit (Uh)
You don't know the hoes I hang with
My bungalow's like Vegas
Had a couple million but I put them in her stomach (Ayy)
She like, "Oh my God, I'm coming" (Hehe)
I kiss her neck and she love it (Uh)
Yeah we got a safe word (Safe word), but we never use it
Man, I'm hidin' all these bruises (Bruises)
In a shirt I got from Houston (Houston)
Got her usin' the acoustics
In my cruiser's new Isuzu (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And who knew (Woo!) I'd be on Hulu
With two dudes I used to Google
I'm frugal with time, every girl's a dime
When your bank account's mine
(We just ate Fuku Burger)
[Chorus]
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
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