Go Get That Money

Yeah

Go get that money, don't stop

Go get that money, don't stop

Go get that money, don't stop

Let's go

I'm in the spot, it's just me and the hitters

I'm spendin' quality time with the killers

This bitch a fully, I altered the trigger (get the bag, King Wonka)

I took my bitch to a Miami villa

Lil' mama feel safe 'cause she fuckin' a shotter

I don't understand shit but a motherfuckin' comma

He call me that stupid, shit, he ain't Don Dada

Ain't tellin' on gang, I ain't takin' no profit

When you come in my crib, bitch, you better come proper

Robbers know 'bout me, they ain't takin' nada

We'll go to war with you **** likе Gaza

Just dropped the ten pack, thе whatchamacallit

My lil' hood bitch gon' top me while rockin' a bonnet

I might kick in the door in a fresh pair of Lanvins

I just gave out two pieces for market and branding

Custom Day-Date, now that bitch on Antarctica

I'm with three hoes and we turned to Auria

These **** hoes, they be actin' like trannies

In New York with that sack like I'm Saquon and Danny

Shoutout my scammer, he straight from Uganda

Fuckin' a ten and she came from Rwanda

I'm a big bird off of spendin' a fifty

Got so many shooters, they'll wipe out a city

He can't do a pushup, I cannot respect him

They know Money don't need bodyguards to protect him

Shadow System, it got the light beam combination

Hop out on the bullshit, I like confrontation

On a PJ, I'm finna go fly up to Ashley

Havin' zeros for days, in that money I'm baskin'

I stay at the Carlton, I'm feelin' real rich

Got a shotgun like Dak 'cause they tryna come blitz

I'm the big homie, you best be respectful

Lost a whole hundred ball, that shit neglectful

Yeah

Go get that money, don't stop

Go get that money, don't stop

Go get that money, don't stop

Let's go

Go get that money, don't stop

Go get that money, don't stop

Go get that money, don't stop

My dog got a Glock 26, but he's 21

Book bag stuffed with a honeybun

ARP special, MAC came with a red drum

Snatch a box from the West like I'm Calvin Ridley

Damn, this shit must be fresh 'cause it's very sticky

At the Waldorf, I'm countin' up 150

In the AMG truck goin' 150

Sent a thousand, I bet them hoes gone quickly

Show a milly in cash, now they feelin' shitty

She be throwin' that ass like a pole dancer

Got a sweet tooth, I'm burnin' on Jolly Rancher

Futuristic, I'm trappin' out lucid cars

Gotta plug that bitch up, had to let it charge

They just let my dog free from a homi' charge

Got the new FN stick, this bitch camouflage

Yeah

Go get that money, don't stop

Go get that money, don't stop

Go get that money, don't stop

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Go get that money, don't stop

Go get that money, don't stop

Go get that money, don't stop