Get This Money
(Drumma Boy)
Yeah
Uh-huh
It's Dolph
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna talk (I'll call you back)
You can tell I got that sack just by the way I walk
I'm the shit, face it (face it), you niggas basic
Bought a half a P to smoke and a pint of purple to chase it
I-I'm sippin' on a codeine margarita (whoa)
My-my Mexican bitch, I call her my mamacita
I met her brother, now I got work for a little cheaper (yeah)
They immigrants, don't supposed to be here, so they -
(Drumma Boy)
Trappin', trappin', trap, trappin', trappin', trappin' (yeah)
Trappin', trappin', trap, trappin', trappin', trappin' (uh-huh)
Trappin' out a mansion
Trappin' out a mansion (it's Dolph)
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna talk (I'll call you back)
You can tell I got that sack just by the way I walk
I'm the shit, face it (face it), you niggas basic
Bought a half a P to smoke and a pint of purple to chase it
I-I'm sippin' on a codeine margarita (whoa)
My-my Mexican bitch, I call her my mamacita
I met her brother, now I got work for a little cheaper (yeah)
They immigrants, don't supposed to be here, so they illegal
He looked at me and said, "We gonna get this money" (bet)
I said, "Bet," nothin' but respect
Nigga, you know I'm all about a check (uh-huh)
My old-school worth more than a new 'Vette (uh-huh)
Fuckin' other niggas' bitches, I call that new sex
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (yeah)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (it's Dolph)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, ay
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (uh-huh)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, ay
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money (yeah)
We gonna get this money, yeah (2 Chainz)
Roll it up, my nigga (roll it)
Roll it up, I'm with you (yeah)
I was rollin' up 'fore I was old enough ("High class street music" in the air)
Work the color of a coconut
Put holes in your shirt like a polka dot (bah)
Donuts in the parking lot
Dope boy with an Audemar
What I make today, I spend it all tomorrow (tell 'em)
I got a stripper bitch on my screensaver (yeah)
Look at me, you don't need cable (no)
Pockets on Lee Haney
My best friend is a 380 (fire)
Big rims, no teenagers (nah)
That deuce-deuces and deuce-fours (four)
Deuce-sixs and deuce-eights (eight)
Y'all sweet, toothaches (damn)
I'm killin' these beats, man, I need to get a suit made (uh)
I'm so cold, man, I need to get some soup made (uh)
Self-paid, I be talkin' to myself like
"We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah"
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (yeah)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, ay
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (uh-huh)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, ay
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
It's Dolph
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna talk (I'll call you back)
You can tell I got that sack just by the way I walk
I'm the shit, face it (face it), you niggas basic
Bought a half a P to smoke and a pint of purple to chase it
I-I'm sippin' on a codeine margarita (whoa)
My-my Mexican bitch, I call her my mamacita
I met her brother, now I got work for a little cheaper (yeah)
They immigrants, don't supposed to be here, so they -
(Drumma Boy)
Trappin', trappin', trap, trappin', trappin', trappin' (yeah)
Trappin', trappin', trap, trappin', trappin', trappin' (uh-huh)
Trappin' out a mansion
Trappin' out a mansion (it's Dolph)
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna talk (I'll call you back)
You can tell I got that sack just by the way I walk
I'm the shit, face it (face it), you niggas basic
Bought a half a P to smoke and a pint of purple to chase it
I-I'm sippin' on a codeine margarita (whoa)
My-my Mexican bitch, I call her my mamacita
I met her brother, now I got work for a little cheaper (yeah)
They immigrants, don't supposed to be here, so they illegal
He looked at me and said, "We gonna get this money" (bet)
I said, "Bet," nothin' but respect
Nigga, you know I'm all about a check (uh-huh)
My old-school worth more than a new 'Vette (uh-huh)
Fuckin' other niggas' bitches, I call that new sex
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (yeah)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (it's Dolph)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, ay
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (uh-huh)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, ay
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money (yeah)
We gonna get this money, yeah (2 Chainz)
Roll it up, my nigga (roll it)
Roll it up, I'm with you (yeah)
I was rollin' up 'fore I was old enough ("High class street music" in the air)
Work the color of a coconut
Put holes in your shirt like a polka dot (bah)
Donuts in the parking lot
Dope boy with an Audemar
What I make today, I spend it all tomorrow (tell 'em)
I got a stripper bitch on my screensaver (yeah)
Look at me, you don't need cable (no)
Pockets on Lee Haney
My best friend is a 380 (fire)
Big rims, no teenagers (nah)
That deuce-deuces and deuce-fours (four)
Deuce-sixs and deuce-eights (eight)
Y'all sweet, toothaches (damn)
I'm killin' these beats, man, I need to get a suit made (uh)
I'm so cold, man, I need to get some soup made (uh)
Self-paid, I be talkin' to myself like
"We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah"
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (yeah)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, ay
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (uh-huh)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, ay
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money
We gonna get this money, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Carter, Samuel Barnes, Robert Kelly
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.