Everybody Get Money ft. Lil Manny, Glenny8 & Kingm8ney Lyrics

Had to take risks for this ice You gon' roll the dice or live your life for

no ice

Try to take this kit, fuck around and lose your life

A million up in jewellery , yo, bitch say I look nice

Look left, look right, blow the light Go down the street, spin a block, and blow

your pipe You only got one night, you better take his

life If we get caught, we might never see the day of

light

Send a nigga up, ain't talkin' bout no kite I hit the bitch once, but I never hit it twice

Yeah, you a slut, bitch, you could never spend the night

I be with los, only time I drive, four hoes in my Sprite

Had this man set him up, and we took his fuckin' ice

Bitch, I ain't feelin' you, fuck is you, ice, spice

And that's one of my favorite jeans, all I fuckin' wear is mics

Yeah, I know I was a getting money nigga when I came up out the pussy

Made a hundred times a hunnid, man, that shit really shook me

I know some seven-figure niggas, I know some niggas can't make ten

I was once dead broke, and I won't be that shit again

You should focus on yourself if you see me with your bitch

I call her Jeffrey Dahmer, cause the way she eat this dick

Brody sippin' on that red, but he a crip we den blue the nigga, I'm a real pit

We be chewin' niggas, we droppin' bags on the 8

We call it rocaine, we been gassin' this ass up, we call it propane

We ain't sellin' no zips, we sell the whole thing

Give him forty, now he's sick, this ain't flu f game

I had bands in my pocket since the third grade

Bitch had so good, she got straight A's

Bitch keep playin' off games like we ain't smokin' shit

Had to get it out the mud, bitch, I'm from the ship

You must be constipated, boy, you ain't takin' shit

I know some niggas on the 8 that'll take your shit

He tried to run, hawk him down, chase that nigga

If the hook get behind us, shake them niggas

Got some niggas on the 7, all they sell is bricks

Put 250 on his head, we call it a hit

We be sellin' boatloads , that's why we rich

And we get it through the air , we ain't mailin' shit

All I fuck is bad bitches, I can't fuck you if you average

Ballin on the opps , yeah, we call it March Madness

Miami in November, they be hatin' cause we havin'

Lamb chop, lamb truck , cully yeah, we stabbin

Yeah, this ain't no AP, bitch, this a patek

Yeah, my bitch so bad, bought her every pair of Lanvins

Had to take risks for this ice