Get Money Freestyle
Real n*gga
Jenks, it's only one of me
City like the Wild Wild West
The fiends, the tumbleweeds
N*ggas be lyin' to ya face
Just like ya uncles be
Bro, it's me
Got her on her knees
While I'm puffin' trees
For f*ckin free
She make you pay
You can't f*ck with me
You start gettin' money
Then they say you gettin' funny
I could tell you 'bout my life
But you won't believe me
We in Miami
So, she in the thong bikini
Couple racks for the weekend
To push the Lamborghini
Hit Ocean drive to Oceans ten
For the fettuccine
Shirt off
Mad chains
Cazal shades
Man you should'a seen me
She feelin' the vibe
So, she gonna please me
Prime time young Deion
With the shades on
10 chains on
A n*gga hotter
Than a woman's shower
Same way money can make you
It can break you, n*gga
Just remember that
When you start to chase it, n*gga
Hatin' n*ggas be lookin' like
Man "I hate this n*gga!"
F*ck outta here
And watch this greatness, n*gga
Fa'real
B*tches
'Betta grab a seat
Should've seen the way
I did that b*tch last week
She was plottin' on me
She didn't know how I was comin'
She should've asked her baby daddy's sister little cousin
B*tches always try it
'Cuz they n*ggas eyeing me
But they don't know I'm good
'Cuz my n*gga on the side of me
This p*ssy his
And I throw this ass properly
Missionary even insane
When he on top of me
He hold me
While I spin around like its pottery
And I ride his face
While he eat up sloppily
Reverse cowgirl
Before he c*m inside of me
Have him sounding like a n*gga
That just hit the lottery
That's everyday
I can get it my way
And everything I do
Is simply for him like RK
And if we want another b*tch
She come play
But after that, she gotta blast
She can't stay
But on another note
Meeks got that antidote
If Jenks want a b*tch, I pass her off
And then he cannon ball
We just gon' do this rap sh*t
So we can have it all
More and more money
Like jenga, I'm tryna stack it tall
I'll alley oop hella b*tches
For my damn dawg
And when he hit me
I'mma pick up every damn call
And on these beats
We just gon' murder every damn song
And you know it's Free Heat
'Till they free him, f*ck the damn law
All n*ggas ever wanna do
Is get our cake up
Damn! Why they wanna stick us for our paper?
That's no cap, n*ggas is rats they quick to snitch
So f*ck em all
I'm on some real f*ck a b*tch sh*t
Jenks, it's only one of me
City like the Wild Wild West
The fiends, the tumbleweeds
N*ggas be lyin' to ya face
Just like ya uncles be
Bro, it's me
Got her on her knees
While I'm puffin' trees
For f*ckin free
She make you pay
You can't f*ck with me
You start gettin' money
Then they say you gettin' funny
I could tell you 'bout my life
But you won't believe me
We in Miami
So, she in the thong bikini
Couple racks for the weekend
To push the Lamborghini
Hit Ocean drive to Oceans ten
For the fettuccine
Shirt off
Mad chains
Cazal shades
Man you should'a seen me
She feelin' the vibe
So, she gonna please me
Prime time young Deion
With the shades on
10 chains on
A n*gga hotter
Than a woman's shower
Same way money can make you
It can break you, n*gga
Just remember that
When you start to chase it, n*gga
Hatin' n*ggas be lookin' like
Man "I hate this n*gga!"
F*ck outta here
And watch this greatness, n*gga
Fa'real
B*tches
'Betta grab a seat
Should've seen the way
I did that b*tch last week
She was plottin' on me
She didn't know how I was comin'
She should've asked her baby daddy's sister little cousin
B*tches always try it
'Cuz they n*ggas eyeing me
But they don't know I'm good
'Cuz my n*gga on the side of me
This p*ssy his
And I throw this ass properly
Missionary even insane
When he on top of me
He hold me
While I spin around like its pottery
And I ride his face
While he eat up sloppily
Reverse cowgirl
Before he c*m inside of me
Have him sounding like a n*gga
That just hit the lottery
That's everyday
I can get it my way
And everything I do
Is simply for him like RK
And if we want another b*tch
She come play
But after that, she gotta blast
She can't stay
But on another note
Meeks got that antidote
If Jenks want a b*tch, I pass her off
And then he cannon ball
We just gon' do this rap sh*t
So we can have it all
More and more money
Like jenga, I'm tryna stack it tall
I'll alley oop hella b*tches
For my damn dawg
And when he hit me
I'mma pick up every damn call
And on these beats
We just gon' murder every damn song
And you know it's Free Heat
'Till they free him, f*ck the damn law
All n*ggas ever wanna do
Is get our cake up
Damn! Why they wanna stick us for our paper?
That's no cap, n*ggas is rats they quick to snitch
So f*ck em all
I'm on some real f*ck a b*tch sh*t
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Jenkins Ii
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