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Get the, Get the money
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Get the, Get the money
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Get the, Get the money
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I'm on top because niggas acting funny
Shawty swear she sweet well you ain't no honey
Had to his party just tell them we coming
But first we gotta gotta get this money (Uh-yeah)

I done ran this shit about a thousand times
It's the only thing that's stuck in my mind
Tryna fill my head up with all them lies
Knock ya ass out go night night
I've been wondering about the same thing
How I'ma turn my reality into my dreams
And it's all apart of this bigger scheme
Just don't get caught slipping in between nigga

Then you wonder why all your niggas hate you
It's cause with everything you got you still ungrateful
That's why you chase the bag to get away from it
We all die someday just know yours is coming
I tell it just like it is
Don't come to me with any funny shit
Never fake man all real rap
And tell them just like that!

Get the, Get the money
Get the, get the money
Get the, Get the money
Get the, get the money
Get the, Get the money
Get the, get the money
Get the, Get the money
Get the, get the money

Sleeper hold till we get a submission
Haven't left all my enemies missing
Thankful I don't have to keep me a gun
But I switch my position and keep me a ton
Off with ya top never miss Im'a pro
Cold in the south but ain't ever snow
Learn how to swim from the gators below
I just duck them like fed when I drive on the road
Won't ever sink cause I know how to float
Say I'm a animal same as a goat
Till we skin them alive and he turned to a coat
Mix it with chucks that I keep on my toes
Running the game never running from foes
I am the man who was blowing the dough
I am the man who is kicking ya door

Get the, Get the money
Get the, get the money
Get the, Get the money
Get the, get the money



Credits
Writer(s): Zigair Mccoy
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