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If you don't like my new shit you can go back to my old shit Matter fact y'all haters ain't gotta jam none of my shit Y'all haters can eat my whole dick I don't do this for y'all Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Listen, if you were struggling, makin' 9 to 7 wehen I started this And your ass still struggling in 2016, you hustle is garbage bitch I can't stay in the same old place, I gotta keep on movin' And since the music keep on playing, I gotta keep on groovin' That's why I keep on winning and these bitch niggas keep on losing And FYI I've been single since '97, that's why I keep on doin' They keep on killin' me but I keep on livin', that's what I keep on doing It's me against the world like 2Pac Shakur So anybody can get it, give them two shots or more If you ever wonder why I didn't never ever come around 'Cause your momma be like, "Fuck you Nigga we don't ever want you to come around" In Paris I found out 'bout you when you were damn near grown I promise these baby mommas these days Ain't worth the flesh that they are printed on If you don't like my new shit you can go back to my old shit Matter fact y'all haters ain't gotta jam none of my shit Y'all haters can eat my whole dick I don't do this for y'all Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man You can say what you want about me, I don't mind 'Cause I'm a diamond homie, I'll be damned if I don't shine Forty thousand people holdin' my legs, I'm still gon' climb And even though they got their own homie, they still want mine I heard Z-Ro ain't this and Z-Ro ain't that Z-Ro ain't havin' no money and Z-Ro can't rap Z-Ro don't give a damn 'long as he roll make stacks His credit card ain't got a color, how the fuck you love that? Foreign cars that's all I'm ridin' I hear you haters talkin' funny, that's why I be smiling, cheese If money come in twos, then haters come in threes But without them there's no me I love my haters If you don't like my new shit you can go back to my old shit Matter fact y'all haters ain't gotta jam none of my shit Y'all haters can eat my whole dick I don't do this for y'all Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Grown men gossiping 'bout other grown men Ain't that what bitches do? Then y'all niggas ain't grown men I hate to say it but I got niggas on my team that be watching my pocket They don't put in the work like I put in the work But they want what I got in my pocket Y'all can keep on talkin' 'cause y'all just talkin' and that's a damn shame Nobody know y'all in home But I'll do Africa, they know my damn name Takin' over this world with real nigga music, that's my plan mane Players do what we wanna do and y'all haters do what y'all can, man If you don't like my new shit you can go back to my old shit Matter fact y'all haters ain't gotta jam none of my shit Y'all haters can eat my whole dick I don't do this for y'all Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man Gotta get this money, gotta get this money man
Writer(s): Jonathan Zibi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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