Lyrics:
ass (woo)
Turn that shit off and move your ass (uh)
Get my money, bitch, make it fast
Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all
ready fi this
Mr. Lover keep yuh rockin di beat
[Chorus]
I said hey (Hey) you (You) standin over there by that wall
Get (Get) up (Up) do your thing
by God so we can't tire
It's tribal war across the bonfire
Never cease fire
I'm getting money you getting money
We getting money lets get this
boogie when I'm bored
Let me fly, but lately I've been feeling sore, tryna sore
I talk about my future like it's just about to happen
Get smacked by
(get ready, 'cause here I come)
Get ready, 'cause here I come
Will.I.Am steppin' in, just like a gentleman
Dressed to impress, just to mess with
get money, nigga I'ma get money
Brand new black Ferrari fat boy known to pop a clutch
Bought another Rollie, Presidential is a must
By the way that
it’s white widow
Rack it up like Venus Williams
Then back it up like Serena Williams
20 racks on my pinky finger
Stay drinking yac like I’m Pinky Nigga
only want me for my money
my drugs
Got pain in my drink
Sipping out of my cup
Only want me when I'm giving them sum
Horrible william they say I'm the one
shit, but it ain't nothing new
Do they do it out west and down south too?
Stop hatin get money what we gotta do
I embrace all y'all with open arms
Whether
a hundred grams, now I'm worth a cool million
I'll put money on your hairline, your dime and your children
I'm a drama setter
Gripping my Beretta,
Nicki Minaj checked your ass at the award show
Get them Barbies
Them white folks rule you
You even lied on William when you said he abused you he did not
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
It''s the son of the preacher, but raised by the dope lady
Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas
your friend rhyme, too
It's so funny how I suit the women
They know I'm still spendin show money from "Superwoman"
They like "where'd he get those
The adventures of Miss Money Jane
Everybody's oldest girlfriend
Don't let that chick get inside your head
And play games with your mind (check it
dare you to try and erase it
Lord of the cadence I'm praying I make it and stay there
Never go blind by the rays of the shine that I'm chasing
Get money
Look like you plotting my nigga
That's how you get hit with that pocket rocket
My niggas Aretha we got respect
Your niggas talk sweet on the internet
Get to da money
Can't fuck wit these niggas
Get to da money
Can't trust these niggas
Get da money
Don't fuck wit these bitches
Get da money
No love
a mil' in this Louie backpack, yeah
[Chorus]
Go and do your thang (thang) just don't get caught
Let your money talk (Hey!) I let my money talk for
to get money by Any Given Means
All about dollars call her amazing
Be on the Block I'm willing to do that
Bringing them guns I'm willing to shoot that
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I
the microwave
Look at all them haters face
I shuffle like I’m Sugar Ray
But Then I double up like the lean cup
Get’n moneys the code get it up stack it up
Beat
My God, Allahu Akbar, Juju
That shit you ain't heard since Premiere and Guru
It's for us, by us - FUBU
Better get my numbers straight like you play
stole from me (picture that)
I got put it on your head
And get your gon money marathon long money
You niggas weak
I got Barry Bonds strong money
Top 8
bling bling yeah
Treat me like your money
Love me, need me, want me
Take me wherever you go
Worship me your whole life
Pray for me at night
Treat
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