Get Money

[Verse 1: MED]

Yeah, bling bling, money machine

50's under my pillow to have these dreams

Do it ditty, Caitlin queen with him like

Sex dice, dice, pretty price, living total

Paper fold so it's free, can spend the night?

Walk with a lean like I need a Sprite

False alike, get the money twice

Fuck the cost, only broke niggas need a price

Northern lights tap flash and the wine glass

For the life, ride a grand in night in white Gucci flats

Hundred's in the stash (yeah)

Tryna get a hit like Miss Honey on the rag

Take money, leave your pants, pockets Bugs Bunny

Keep the funny, niggas ran from me

Yeah, she love me, told me never let me fall

She call when the ringer on the phone ring

[Hook: Blu]

It goes, ring-ring,ring-ring my money ring

Ching-ching-cha-ching, money machine

I want that big bling and everything that money brings

Whip creme, nice broads and all the right things

Ching-ching-cha-ching, money machine

It goes, ring-ring,ring-ring my money ring

For that big bling and all the right things

And everything that money brings

[Verse 2: Blu]

That's talking cake, mom

Plus more weight, if you talking bass

Oceans, lakes

If we talking space

And by the way I admire taste

Like how all them different fine wines taste

By the way, your fine lady got with Don daily

Miss Daisy, you can drive me out of my mind daily

The Mercedes and Coupe

I got to re-coupe

You break my heart in five heart beats

I gotta regroup

Tell my dollars, dogg pounds

I gotta be snoopin'

And if they lock down the blocks

We go to courts and shoot for the loop

I give you that bulletproof truth

Like you sat in that diamond in the back

No roof rap

Pay your dues, cause I do's that

While niggas do it for the love of the money, like a New Jack

But still in all, you the realest, dawg

Shit, I give you 50 mil and tell you build 'em all

Just get money, don't make money

Heard, on the lighter notes

It's just money to burn

[Hook: Blu]

It goes, ring-ring,ring-ring my money ring

Ching-ching-cha-ching, money machine

I want that big bling and everything that money brings

Whip creme, nice broads and all the right things

Ching-ching-cha-ching, money machine

It goes, ring-ring,ring-ring my money ring

For that big bling and all the right things

And everything that money brings

[Verse 3: Frank Nitt]

The hustle don't stop like one pimp and two hookers

Niggas doin' drive-by's, tryna keep up with them onlookers

Cause I need to look out for that bread, cuz'

God bless me and I whip up in that bread truck

Beat, beat, the money don' move the man

But damn, they man  be moving when that money's in his hand

And I stay after the grands like a trap house or a bando

So I can get a mansion and my wifey go commando

We are preimo (?)

Niggas so bellissimo

First that quality we bring it to you wonderful

And niggas continue to get money

The money got discontinued

The shit's funny

Meanwhile, on the go

Women be like where you been

Every time I leave, they be begging me to come again

And I don't mind going to collect Swiss Francs

And you know they all lust Swiss Francs

[Hook: Blu]

It goes, ring-ring,ring-ring my money ring

Ching-ching-cha-ching, money machine

I want that big bling and everything that money brings

Whip creme, nice broads and all the right things

Ching-ching-cha-ching, money machine

It goes, ring-ring,ring-ring my money ring

For that big bling and all the right things

And everything that money brings