Get Dat Money Lyrics

Please don't love me cause my life fast

And I might show you love cause ima sucker for a nice ass

You chilling with a thug, so you might have to get a night pass

But soon Im going be gone cause it ain't nothing stopping my bag

And I might fuck you like I like you like I love you

I'm going kiss when I miss you you gone love it when I fuck you

See da missile ain't da issue but that money come above you

I can't go back to the struggle, really all i know is hustle

Ima go and get dat money, go and get dat money

Sixth grade I was on the corner gettin money

Eighth grade I then start performing gettin money

Had my mother wondering what I'm doing to get that money

Im a money makin magnet, I got money makin habits

And my plug don't really like me cause he want me make it rappin

I get money with the commas, I ain't really into fractions

I use verbs in my words cause I'm really bout that action

I was treating in the lunch line call me captain crunch

And I brought the dice to school I ain't never pack a lunch

QB Tone with the vision but I never pass the blunt

We goin score on first and ten i won't get the chance to punt

And you going love me while I'm here but I can't love you once I'm gone

I got money on my mind and I'm trying turn this shit to songs

I'm getting high, I'm stayin low, ain't living right we did em wrong

Fuck her like we get along, fuck her good and then I'm gone

Please don't love me cause my life fast

And I might show you love cause ima sucker for a nice ass

You chilling with a thug, so you might have to get a night pass

But soon Im going be gone cause it ain't nothing stopping my bag

And I might fuck you like I like you like I love you

I'm going kiss when I miss you you gone love it when I fuck you

See da missile ain't da issue but that money come above you

I can't go back to the struggle, really all i know is hustle

Ima go and get dat money, go and get dat money

When you met I was already blowing through that money

Never made a habit out of owing niggas money

And lil nye ain't a fag but he a blow nigga for me

Cause I got money making ways, I get money made in days

And they call me qb Brady cause I got a million plays

I get money by the month, by the week, and by the days

I put wocky in a Minute Maid this not a lemonade

No façade I get them digits made I'm like a renegade

We was hustling at a little age that's why I live this way

Don't want money niggas hear to play, you niggas in the way

We get high I swear this shit amazing, designer and the haze

Niggas tender and pretenders, know they running out of luck

All they homeboys getting clipped and all they bitches getting fucked

Ain't living right, gonna get her right, he did her wrong, gonna hit her up

Fuck her good she give em up, fuck her good and then I'm up

Please don't love me cause my life fast

And I might show you love cause ima sucker for a nice ass

You chilling with a thug, so you might have to get a night pass

But soon Im gon be gone cause it ain't nothing stopping my bag

And I might fuck you like I like you like I love you

I'm going kiss when I miss you you gone love it when I fuck you

See da missile ain't da issue but that money come above you

I can't go back to the struggle, really all i know is hustle

Ima go and get dat money, go and get dat money