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)