Get Money JR Lyrics

Pussy consumer my dad name me David

That nigga made money i guess thatll make me a get money Jr

She told me come see her in Houston

She working in Onyx she know ima chop her and screw her

That 600 benz that im in got a screen in that bitch

And it start like a fucking computer

I tell her to suck it and dont make a mess

And that bitch started sucking my shit like a hoover

Money get made you gone make it or not

You get a chance you gone take it or not

One thing i learned is you always feel hate from the bottom

I promise its better up top

I got 17 rounds for the ops

I got nothing to say to a cop

I dont care if a nigga got shot

We gone handle this shit on the block

She wanna fuck i been working im tired as hell

Told her baby i just want the top

And she said i got you and start going ham

To the point where i go in sport mode on the crocs

Niggas want me to flop

Im in every bluetooth when i drop

Im in Gallery down to my socks

Niggas dont want me to ball so they calling time out

Like your defense aint gettin no stops

Whenever i walk in that bitch im demanding respect

When i leave i bet everybody know me

Im out here grinding aint really got time

Call if formula 1 thats a daytona rolley

These niggas aint holding they weight tryna be round the motion

Dont call me big bro or your homie

If you say im taxing for features its probably because

I dont wanna work with nobody below me

And niggas want beef

I aint notice a young nigga pricing a Lamb

I keep it reals and you only reel for the shit that you post on the gram

Want me to stop goin in

I cant even hold you its not in the plans

You know who i am

I answer that shit like im Kevin Durant

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Boss bitches still get money

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