Get the Money (feat. Dan Green)
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Tryna link up wit a brinks truck, blow that thing up I just want the dollar dollar bills yall And if I cant get that I probly got to kill y'all I never felt it was nothin special about me But as I got older noticed attention around me Are they laughin at me or they laughin wit me And at this point in my life the answer hasn't hit me I dont know if they like me or not, it's likely a plot Many possibilities dont excite me alot But I ain't tryna put my finger on the answer yet Demand respect, and make them wanna advance a check Back packers wanna pretend it ain't about the cream I ain't sayin do it only for paper but let's be real A couple hand shakes and daps will never pay ya bills I ain't leavin earth yet but I'm levitatin still Some of ya rappers in the booth give me that medicated feel Cause the beats be movin but you be two steps ahead of it You talkin nonsense so they should vote you next for president Warning, people gon be offended by the verse But all that's tellin me is I'm the truth cause I hurt Dollar dollar bill y'all/ that's what I'm chasin I just got to keep it real y'all But yet and still yall, promise I'm still raw You know I got distemper I mean I'm I'll dog Dollar dollar bill y'all/ that's what I'm chasin I just got to keep it real y'all But yet and still yall, promise I'm still raw You know I got distemper I mean I'm I'll dog Pull up on me, grab a seat And I ain't hypoglycemic but yo I have eat And every paragraph I be sharin has Just a bit of hunger so these beats I got to tear in half And whether I have to rap or sing Men in black mixed wit a perv I want them flashy things Pause, like watches or flashy rings And be the one to stop the show when I pass the scene When the director yells cut, I'm still shinin still blindin Still it ain't a nigga that's real like it I feel like it's Like birdman reunited with the clipse What happened to that boy, I'm still grindin' Get it, I ain't sayin I'm the coldest and all that Last nigga was trash and yall was holdin his ball sack Yhey wanna mumble to em I ain't open to all that You wanna rumble you can come in closer for combat I took like 4 years off cause I was done wit rap Never stopped lovin rap, but there wasnt no funds attached But every now and then I get the itch So I put the pen to the paper I give em this Get the paper, get the money, gotta eat You can say you a hustler but it's not complete If you ain't gettin money in ya hands If you dont got no money in ya hands Aw man I try to tell em this You can be dope is you wanna but if you irrelevant Who cares bout ya whereabouts, beats how you wear em out Spittin the coldest ever but ya peeps gotta share a couch That's a nasty livin, life full of bad decisions I'm tryna add it up, mathematician And it's a shame how I gotta be plain for niggas now Too many years i been chillin no way i would figure out Wit my one track mind and my small way of thinkin I'd be better off quittin if the registers ain't ringin I'm sick of the struggle I think I've done it enough So when it comes to that bag yo I'm runnin it up
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