Get Money ft. King tuzi Lyrics

I'm trying to get to the money

Yeah, I'm trying to get to the money

Yeah, I'm trying to get to the money

Yeah, money, yeah, I'm about to get to the money, yeah

Racks, hundreds, yeah, I'm trying to get to the money

Yeah, get to this money, yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, money, cash, running

I'm trying to get to the money

Racks, hundreds, keeping this shit on a hundred

I got this shit and I love it

I hop in the stu just to get to this money

I'm trying to get to this money

I'm trying to get to this money

I admit it, I've been trying to get this money like i won a lotto

Keep it for my family, hustling for a dollar

Balling like I'm Andre iguadola

Putting in the work cause money is the motive

I got the hundreds, I mount it

All this money, like a mountain

I got the neighbors, they shouting

I go like swish swish

Hop in the car with your bitch

I fuck the once i haven't seen her since

That pussy stink it need mints

Back to reality, I feel like Vince

Not McMahon, Carter

I am a star and am also, a starter

Bitches on me, I got them wet with no water

I got the money and I just get hotter

Hold up, I'm about to blow, about to go up

I left Malawi just to get my glow up

I got the cash and now I got my flow up

I got the hundreds flooding like I'm Noah

Asking for my number, told her I don't know her

Woke up in this money, trying to get my do up

I got this money, I don't need to show up

And it in my genes and my blood i got

Racks

I got a whole lot of racks on me

Bad little thot with the ass on me

Just roll up a spiff, hit it then pass

But I'm begging, please do not ash on me

I be chilling with gangsters and thugs

Way before COVID, I still had that mask on me

My bro be sipping Codeine while he driving

I pray to the Lord he don't crash on me (skrrrr)

I stack money repeatedly

Don't take it for granted, but it's coming easily

I pay my taxes, I'm getting it legally

Pockets getting fatter suffer from obesity

Hold on

Now these little thotties, they didn't want to talk to me

Steady be feeling me

Hold on

I see niggas and bitches go crazy

Simply off the thought of them meeting me

Hold on

I got no Competition I'm in my own lane

Stressing about no one beating me

Hold on

These little niggas try beefing me

It all makes sense cause they cannot compete with me

I stack more money than all of them niggas

They talk on the internet like, why you tweeting me

Can't get on my level, they know ain't no reaching me

Rocking my Jesus piece, you know I keep it G

Money, money, cash, cash, running

I'm trying to get to the money

Racks, hundreds, hundreds

Keeping this shit on a hundred

I got this shit and I love it

I hop in the stu just get to this money

I'm trying to get to this money

I'm trying to get to this money

I'm trying to get to this money (lets go, lets go)

Cash, running

I'm trying to get to the money

Racks, hundreds

Keeping this shit on a hundred

I got this shit and I love it

I hop in the stu just get to this money

I'm trying to get to this money

I'm trying to get to this money