Get Money Lyrics

Get money, fuck bitches, get money,

I ain't going back broke, I put that on my momma

Stacking it up, I see so many commas, I'll jump on the plane and go to Bahamas

Got so many racks, still warming up Ramen ,

I really came from the bottom

I tell these hoes I just want the top, chasing these racks can't stop

Money and bitches, when you getting money, these bitches gon' follow

Bitch eat my dick, she swallow, I'm not a trick, can't give her a dollar

Fuckin' go ghost on a bitch, I got power, I came out the dirt like a motherfuckin' flower

If I fall off, just give me a hour, niggas be picking their battles, they cowards

I go to war with whoever I'm bout it ,niggas ain't slidin', we slidin' foreign

Come get your hoe, this bitch annoying, you love that hoe, I'm getting annoyed

I'm switching these hoes whenever I'm bored, bitch you can walk out the door

Cut the bitch off, I don't want her no more, I get fly then a bitch and I soar

Catch me, I opp and we upping the score, I wear designer like I'm flipping bricks

You can do what you want when you having this shit, you can do what you want when you having this shit

I was broke then a bitch, now I'm stacking this shit, now I'm stacking this shit

If you want a pack, then I'm taxing this shit, real dope boy pull up in the lac

These niggas trippin', better chill and relax, Glock 19, run up on me and I'm blowing you back

I can break down a nigga, can't lose to a dyke

Don Julio poured in my motherfuckin' Sprite

I'ma serve to your bitch cause she skating on ice

She act like she Trina, I'm bringing her ice

It ain't tough, I can peep your demeanor

I get high without running a fever

I don't beg, I just call up my eater

You can hit her, but I'm about to beat her

I just ran down a plug in a beanie

Fuck that hoe if she acting too stingy

When I'm up, they gon' start with the fiending

At the bottom, but ain't no bikini

Can't fuck with them niggas that squeal

Get you a spot like musical chill

Ain't no complaints, this life ain't filled

Sending shots in the motherfuckin' hell

Ayy, scamming them racks off of Visa

Alicia got hit by Omisha, Sativa

I'm bringing the smoke, finna get hit with that Nina

Ain't tricking, I'm not about to please her

You ain't tough, I can peep your demeanor

Fuck bitches, go get you some money

Let me fuck her and see if it's funny

Two shots to the motherfuckin' tummy

Carry that nine, I see that you running

Set examples, well now you a dummy

I'ma send that lil' hoe to the exit

I'ma stack it, erase all the stressing

You on block so I didn't get the message

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money