Get Money Lyrics

Get Money Lyrics

Yeah, hey, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got AJ recordin' me
The beat came from Sam
Let's go

I'm hustlin' (Hustlin')
Get money, b**ch (Get money)
We bustin', (Bustin') this choppa sh*t (Brrt, chopper)
No fussin', no, I don't argue, trick (No argue)
Bust down, talkin' 'bout glass and sh*t (Glass)
I get money, I ain't put my problems on you (Yeah)
Gallery Department pants, yeah
Chanel, Pharrell, I'm steppin' on you
'Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand
I done missed a appointment (I missed it)
Think a nigga gon' back me down
I promise you'll never corner me

Christian Dior shades, my heart black just like spades (Let's go)
Yeah, my ace boom goons, he can't wait to spray (Brrt)
Yeah, we sweep 'em like a broom, (Broom) come tear up the place
I ain't have no silver spoon, no steal, we gon' take
She wanna hit my head man, go and catch a vibe (Vibe)
Soon as I catch her, know I got her in the spot (Spot)
In that Hellcat, sh*t, running lights (Running lights)
In that black man ski, come in the sky (Come here)

In that track-hawk, leaving the scene (Track)
Go crazy, like Charlie Sheen (Yeah)
Yeah, we on ecstasy, that G6, we don't take no beans (G6)
Hit that X, in that foreign, sh*t, that mean machine

I'm hustlin' (Hustlin')
Get money, b**ch (Get money)
We bustin', (Bustin') this choppa sh*t (Brrt, chopper)
No fussin', no, I don't argue, trick (No argue)
Bust down, talkin' 'bout glass and sh*t (Glass)
I get money, I ain't put my problems on you (Yeah)
Gallery Department pants, yeah
Chanel, Pharrell, I'm steppin' on you
'Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand
I done missed a appointment (I missed it)
Think a nigga gon' back me down
I promise you'll never corner me

Yeah
I'm smoking sh*t, b**ch, if Keed give me the go
I slime out your mama, I slime out your ho
If you beefing with me, might as well hang from a rope
I know that I'm it, and nigga, you float
I seen your lil' diss, that sh*t was a joke
They hopping on trash, them niggas get croaked
Free key spirit and free the damn goat
Big dawg, b**ch, can't hide that
You b**ch come and ride that (Ride)
Push up on 'em, slide back
I light the blunt then fry that
You're a snake, and it take a rat, I bet they all food
What's up, Keed? Man, I miss my dawg, I can't even call you

In that track-hawk, leaving the scene (Woah, Track)
Go crazy, like Charlie Sheen (Woah, yeah)
Yeah, we on ecstasy, that G6, we don't take no beans (Woah, G6)
Hit that X, in that foreign, sh*t, that mean machine (Woah)

I'm hustlin' (Hustlin')
Get money, b**ch (Get money)
We bustin', (Bustin') this choppa sh*t (Brrt, chopper)
No fussin', no, I don't argue, trick (No argue)
Bust down, talkin' 'bout glass and sh*t (Glass)
I get money, I ain't put my problems on you (Yeah)
Gallery Department pants, yeah
Chanel, Pharrell, I'm steppin' on you
'Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand
I done missed a appointment (I missed it)
Think a nigga gon' back me down
I promise you'll never corner me (Woah, woah, woah, woah)