Get to the Money
I be on percys
I be on addys
Im wit yo bitch nd she callin me daddy
I be on lean
pass me the bean
I stuff og inside a russian cream
Glock wit a ruler
Glock wit a beam
Beefin wit me Imma put u to sleep
Beefin wit me Imma put u to sleep
Beefin wit me Imma put u to sleep
Night night
Night night
Give her good d made her act right
Hit it from the back get her ass right
She said she tired from last night
Tired tired
Cant trust a nigga they liars
Cant trust a nigga they snakes
Cant trust a nigga they fake
One look at my jewelry
One look at my face
Get yo bit wet like a lake
Take that bit out on a date
Let that lil bit give me face
Never made it to my place
I sent her home
Sent her away
Then i went on wit my day
Gettin these bands everyday
Gettin these hunnids
Gettin this guap
Only thing keep me awake
But i never sleep
I never rest
AM on the track say less
She say im better
But i will not swear her
Already know that im the best
Stay on my grind
Aint wastin no time
I got a new bitch she fine
I stay on my grind
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Gotta get guap everyday
If i dont im slackin
My gang pistol packin
We shoot u in traffic
Hit u wit that backhand
When we catch u lacking
People see us in the streets
They kno we cause havoc
Got a brand new bad bitch
Told her make her back bend
She bend it over
Ass so fat
So it's her ass im slappin
Money comin easy
Money coming my way
Walk outside brand new coupe in the driveway
She think she love me
She said she wanna see where i stay
Bitch i jus met u
You ain't coming back to my place
My face
Get out of my face
You so angry
Why u angry for no reason
I swear yo mood change like the season
Mood swang mood swang
Whats the reason
She a bad girl cuz her father was a deacon
Hide and seek
Uh bitch why u peakin
She gon eat my meat
But she said she was vegan
Ok ok what we doin now
New bitch black and white
Jus like she a cow
She be actin foul
My new glock go pow
Pop a new pill
Now i'm goin for a thrill
Pop another pill
Man i really need to chill
Not talking sick
But these niggas say im ill
Sippin on act man
Fuck nyquil
Pop another bean
Man i swear imma fiend
Countin blue hunnids
These not green bills
My new plug got them green pills
Cop a couple pop a couple
Then i pass out
Then i pass out
Then i pass out
Then i pass out
I pass out
I be on addys
Im wit yo bitch nd she callin me daddy
I be on lean
pass me the bean
I stuff og inside a russian cream
Glock wit a ruler
Glock wit a beam
Beefin wit me Imma put u to sleep
Beefin wit me Imma put u to sleep
Beefin wit me Imma put u to sleep
Night night
Night night
Give her good d made her act right
Hit it from the back get her ass right
She said she tired from last night
Tired tired
Cant trust a nigga they liars
Cant trust a nigga they snakes
Cant trust a nigga they fake
One look at my jewelry
One look at my face
Get yo bit wet like a lake
Take that bit out on a date
Let that lil bit give me face
Never made it to my place
I sent her home
Sent her away
Then i went on wit my day
Gettin these bands everyday
Gettin these hunnids
Gettin this guap
Only thing keep me awake
But i never sleep
I never rest
AM on the track say less
She say im better
But i will not swear her
Already know that im the best
Stay on my grind
Aint wastin no time
I got a new bitch she fine
I stay on my grind
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
Gotta get guap everyday
If i dont im slackin
My gang pistol packin
We shoot u in traffic
Hit u wit that backhand
When we catch u lacking
People see us in the streets
They kno we cause havoc
Got a brand new bad bitch
Told her make her back bend
She bend it over
Ass so fat
So it's her ass im slappin
Money comin easy
Money coming my way
Walk outside brand new coupe in the driveway
She think she love me
She said she wanna see where i stay
Bitch i jus met u
You ain't coming back to my place
My face
Get out of my face
You so angry
Why u angry for no reason
I swear yo mood change like the season
Mood swang mood swang
Whats the reason
She a bad girl cuz her father was a deacon
Hide and seek
Uh bitch why u peakin
She gon eat my meat
But she said she was vegan
Ok ok what we doin now
New bitch black and white
Jus like she a cow
She be actin foul
My new glock go pow
Pop a new pill
Now i'm goin for a thrill
Pop another pill
Man i really need to chill
Not talking sick
But these niggas say im ill
Sippin on act man
Fuck nyquil
Pop another bean
Man i swear imma fiend
Countin blue hunnids
These not green bills
My new plug got them green pills
Cop a couple pop a couple
Then i pass out
Then i pass out
Then i pass out
Then i pass out
I pass out
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Writer(s): Timothy Farris
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