I Got Money (feat. T.I.)
Yeah, yeah (eyy)
These niggas ain't talking 'bout shit (haha)
'Cause I got money (I got money nigga) (that's right) (haha)
Get your motherfucking hands in the air
All I know is, the sky is blue, and the coupe is new (chyeah)
And if your money right, then the coke is white (yeah)
The birds fly south every year in the night (ay)
Gotta get it how you live, motherfuck them haters (geah)
Get 'em in, get 'em off, like hot potatoes (haha)
Good morning Vietnam, yeah, we trying to earn stripes
Get jammed up with what it cost you your whole life (damn)
So, say goodnight to the bad guy (geah)
Fresh pair of eighty-seven jeans, I'm so fly (haha)
My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (true)
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me (ay)
Snowman's the name, hundred grand on the chain, what's up?
My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey)
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me
'Cause I got money (haha) (yeah)
(I'm telling the truth nigga I got money) (no, I'm serious nigga)
Remember when I couldn't afford no clothes (ey)
But nowadays, a nigga hit the baddest hoes (yeah)
'Cause I got money (haha) (yeah) (yeah)
(No, I'm serious nigga I got money) (yeah)
The Chevy sitting so high but the rims sit low
I got 'em from Bailey's (chyeah)
CTE, that's the label that pays me
I own that, so I pay myself (haha)
Being broke's bad for my health (ey)
Nyquil green (green), 26 inches (chyeah)
Greenbriar Mall pull twenty-six bitches (that's right)
Make a quick stop, serve 9 o's (these are my confessions)
I'm a sucker for clothes (haha)
That paper stack up, if you let it (chyeah)
But I keep fucking up, I got a shoe fetish (nah)
Bad habits, I'm at Walter's every week (week)
50 pair of new Nike Airs ain't cheap (damn)
You know I gotta get the cap to match (match)
New Era shit, I A-town at that (A-town)
Throw the bags in the trunk, right back to the trap
What's up?
My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey)
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me
'Cause I got money (haha) (yeah)
(I'm telling the truth nigga I got money) (no, I'm serious nigga)
Remember when I couldn't afford no clothes (ey)
But nowadays, a nigga hit the baddest hoes
(Say Jeezy man, lets show these sucker niggas how to fuck up some money right here, man)
'Cause I got money (haha)
(Let me tell you some funny shit that happened to me)
She seen me in a drop 430 downtown eating in Houston (ok)
They caught a flat tire, I had to leave it in Houston
And then I ran out of gas in the blue GT
(Ay, fuck it) the next week I went and cop a new GT
So naw ballin' what they call it, they call it living the life
And you can't help to spend it pimpin' if you getting it right
Ay listen, if you was getting what I be getting tonight
You too would be high as kite blowing dro on a flight
Oh, I'm G4'ing it myself, but ay commercial a'ight
Just security be a bitch, can't get in with this (haha)
Bought everything a hundred million will get
I'm in a Vanquish, tell that bitch 'fore she begin to sit
You know that
My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey)
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me
'Cause I got money (haha) (yeah)
(I'm telling the truth nigga I got money) (no, I'm serious nigga)
Remember when I couldn't afford no clothes (ey)
But nowadays, a nigga hit the baddest hoes (yeah)
'Cause I got money (haha) (yeah) (yeah)
(No, I'm serious nigga I got money) (yeah)
These niggas ain't talking 'bout shit (haha)
'Cause I got money (I got money nigga) (that's right) (haha)
Get your motherfucking hands in the air
All I know is, the sky is blue, and the coupe is new (chyeah)
And if your money right, then the coke is white (yeah)
The birds fly south every year in the night (ay)
Gotta get it how you live, motherfuck them haters (geah)
Get 'em in, get 'em off, like hot potatoes (haha)
Good morning Vietnam, yeah, we trying to earn stripes
Get jammed up with what it cost you your whole life (damn)
So, say goodnight to the bad guy (geah)
Fresh pair of eighty-seven jeans, I'm so fly (haha)
My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (true)
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me (ay)
Snowman's the name, hundred grand on the chain, what's up?
My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey)
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me
'Cause I got money (haha) (yeah)
(I'm telling the truth nigga I got money) (no, I'm serious nigga)
Remember when I couldn't afford no clothes (ey)
But nowadays, a nigga hit the baddest hoes (yeah)
'Cause I got money (haha) (yeah) (yeah)
(No, I'm serious nigga I got money) (yeah)
The Chevy sitting so high but the rims sit low
I got 'em from Bailey's (chyeah)
CTE, that's the label that pays me
I own that, so I pay myself (haha)
Being broke's bad for my health (ey)
Nyquil green (green), 26 inches (chyeah)
Greenbriar Mall pull twenty-six bitches (that's right)
Make a quick stop, serve 9 o's (these are my confessions)
I'm a sucker for clothes (haha)
That paper stack up, if you let it (chyeah)
But I keep fucking up, I got a shoe fetish (nah)
Bad habits, I'm at Walter's every week (week)
50 pair of new Nike Airs ain't cheap (damn)
You know I gotta get the cap to match (match)
New Era shit, I A-town at that (A-town)
Throw the bags in the trunk, right back to the trap
What's up?
My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey)
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me
'Cause I got money (haha) (yeah)
(I'm telling the truth nigga I got money) (no, I'm serious nigga)
Remember when I couldn't afford no clothes (ey)
But nowadays, a nigga hit the baddest hoes
(Say Jeezy man, lets show these sucker niggas how to fuck up some money right here, man)
'Cause I got money (haha)
(Let me tell you some funny shit that happened to me)
She seen me in a drop 430 downtown eating in Houston (ok)
They caught a flat tire, I had to leave it in Houston
And then I ran out of gas in the blue GT
(Ay, fuck it) the next week I went and cop a new GT
So naw ballin' what they call it, they call it living the life
And you can't help to spend it pimpin' if you getting it right
Ay listen, if you was getting what I be getting tonight
You too would be high as kite blowing dro on a flight
Oh, I'm G4'ing it myself, but ay commercial a'ight
Just security be a bitch, can't get in with this (haha)
Bought everything a hundred million will get
I'm in a Vanquish, tell that bitch 'fore she begin to sit
You know that
My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey)
And every bitch in the projects wanna do me
'Cause I got money (haha) (yeah)
(I'm telling the truth nigga I got money) (no, I'm serious nigga)
Remember when I couldn't afford no clothes (ey)
But nowadays, a nigga hit the baddest hoes (yeah)
'Cause I got money (haha) (yeah) (yeah)
(No, I'm serious nigga I got money) (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Jay Jenkins, Aldrin Davis
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