Get Some Money Lyrics

Aye

Yeah

It's Texaco

Tell them niggas get some money

I bet my trap still jumpin'

I bet these bitches still frontin'

Choppers still going dummy

For anybody who want it, aye

Being broke didn't make sense

I had to switch it up

He brought the booth

Off in the kitchen

Bout to cook it up

Waiting on me to fall

You better give it up

This shit for real

I'm going up

These rappers stuck

I strike a pose on that lil bitch

Just like I won a Heisman

I popped two footballs in the booth

I feel like Matt Ryan

I always been a quiet nigga

But niggas know I'm a gorilla

I always did my own thing

Fuck following these niggas

In the coupe now I got road rage

I'm riding striker like i'm Future

My nigga said that he don't sell dope

He working hard on them computers

Texaco what you been doing

I'm working harder than a bitch

Cause where I'm from

They selling everything

Just tryna pay the rent

Smoke a seven with my dawg

Tryna' find Michael Vick

To fat to be the quarterback

I'm making hits like Ray Lewis

I put it all on the line

I'm tryna run into a sack

I can't listen to these niggas

Please tell ya potnah' he can't rap

Fifteen hundred for the feature

If you wanna drop some crack

Thiry-two for the bag if you tryna cop a pack

When I was down bad

Didn't nobody have my back

And now it's up on you lil niggas

I brought them real bricks back

Tell them niggas get some money

I bet my trap still jumpin'

I bet these bitches still frontin'

Choppers still going dummy

For anybody who want it, aye

Being broke didn't make sense

I had to switch it up

He brought the booth

Off in the kitchen

Bout to cook it up

Waiting on me to fall

You better give it up

This shit for real

I'm going up

These rappers stuck

Fuck that lil hoe then tell her bye

Like she go both ways

All these youngins' toting clippers

Giving temp fades

Tryna stay humble like I'm Ace

I'm tryna live full and paid

Stack and stay out the way

Told y'all I'm blind to the hate

I play like Jamie Foxx on Ray

I don't wanna spend time

Lil momma I just want the face

Young nigga out here

Just been grinding

I iced my neck so I can skate

I'm forever LTH

Forever Exit 28

Know Poolside got my back

That's why I'm rocking Wavy Ape

I bet these niggas still pocket watching

One monkey won't stop no show

And two sho' ain't gon' damn stop it

Why the fuck they call you Suave

Cause I'm a smooth talker

She ain't my lover

Billie Jean, beat it start moon walking

I get it in, I fucked her friend

I got the crew talking

Count dividends and then we spend

My whole crew pippin'

I hear em talk, I'm fresh to death

I might cop a new coffin

1600 for pint just to keep me coughin'

Tell them niggas get some money

I bet my trap still jumpin'

I bet these bitches still frontin'

Choppers still going dummy

For anybody who want it, aye

Being broke didn't make sense

I had to switch it up

He brought the booth

Off in the kitchen

Bout to cook it up

Waiting on me to fall

You better give it up

This shit for real

I'm going up

These rappers stuck