Lyrics

You heard? I ain't gon' lie, I wake up this mornin' feelin' like Like that nigga, feel me? I mean, I been that nigga, but now I'm that nigga with money, you feel me? So we act a lil' differently on the east side, you dig? Get money, fuck hoes Get money, smoke dope Get money, new clothes Get money, wrist froze Get money, bust guns Get money, don't run Get money, all blues Get money, no ones I step out my crib and I feel like a boss Diamonds they drippin' 'cause I got the sauce I thought when she left me that I took a loss I shit on that bitch, I don't got no remorse I shit on these niggas every time I drop I don't play with that boy 'cause he talk to the cops And I'm still droppin' fools and I keep a few chops If he play with me, stupid lil' nigga get popped (prrah-pop-pop) And I'm fresher than Febreeze (fresher than Febreeze) I'm gettin' money, plus it's clean (plus it's clean) Remember that shit was a dream I remember, now I get this shit with ease (grrt-grrt, pow) Get money, fuck hoes Get money, smoke dope Get money, new clothes Get money, wrist froze Get money, bust guns Get money, don't run Get money, all blues Get money, no ones (yeah) I'm a big dog, I be callin' the shots Stack all the money and stunt on my opps All of my haters, they want what I got I'm in the city, I'm totin' a Glock (pew) I got some aim, I know what I shot (pew, pew-pew) Niggas be lame, you really a bot Fresh in the game, I'm just gettin' hot (hot) Woo (hot), woo (hot), woo (hot), okay I make a 100K in a day I don't want new friends, niggas gay Only want new bands in the bank Got a Maybach sedan and a Wraith Smokin' on Zazas and it stank All these niggas wanna be me, but they can't I get money, fuck hoes Get money, smoke dope Get money, new clothes Get money, wrist froze Get money, bust guns Get money, don't run Get money, all blues Get money, no ones Money (money), money (whoa) Looked at my bank account, seen all the zeros That shit is funny (haa), ayy, funny (haa), wait I'm savin' these racks on the backend (backend) I stay on a mission, I get it, I live it (huh) She fuckin' and suckin' for status (status) We shoot and we ball like a Maverick (Maverick) You dissin' bitch, disappear, magic (magic) I went out to Stockholm and found me a blondie She's lovin' the lifestyle, she loved it a lotty (she love it a lot) Yeah (huh), she lovin' the status She lovin' them cameras (whoa), she lovin' the flashes Always know watch your back and ride, ayy Little boy, you better stay in your place All of my hitters, they chase them a bag (whoa) They flippin', finessin', that should be the way Get money, fuck hoes Get money, smoke dope Get money, new clothes Get money, wrist froze Get money, bust guns Get money, don't run Get money, all blues Get money, no ones (cha-ching) Get money, fuck hoes (cha-ching) Get money, smoke dope (cha-ching) Get money, new clothes (cha-ching) Get money, wrist froze (cha-ching) Get money, bust guns (cha-ching) Get money, don't run (cha-ching) Get money, all blues (cha-ching) Get money, no ones (cha-ching) Cha-ching Cha-ching Cha-ching Cha-ching, ha-ha-ha
Writer(s): Darryl Granberry Jr., Tyla Yaweh, Rojay Laboissiere Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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