Get Money (feat. Yo Gotti)
Yeah, turn up on these niggas, yeah (FOREVEROLLING)
Turn up, turn up, turn up on these niggas
I know you heard 'bout G
Last niggas that played with me had two, three surgeries
The young gangstas can learn from me
The opps dream about burnin' me
Them blocks, they go for thirty-three
Forty-three, you wanna eat
You single if I want you bae
Yo nigga know what's up with me
Niggas get in they feelings over these women then try come for me
I'm gone get it all in her, lean down whisper, "Is you gone cum for me?"
She was faithful til she met a gangsta
I brought her habits back
Standin' over yo lady lettin' it dangle
Doing the cabbage patch
Niggas know the city was gettin' soft
I brought the static back
If he say I snaked him, then I adapted to my habitat
If they say I'm gangsta and 'bout my paper then it's facts in that
I pray they don't check it when I mail it 'cause it's thrax in that
Action-packed, I think the whole city know that we on it
Hard for him to sleep, his pillow got a hunnid Gs on it
This that gangsta shit that you was missin', you was lovin'
I still think that I can make a million on Tubman
Ain't no halfway in it, if you with us, we thuggin'
I'ma drop the ticket, go and get em if you love me
We ride in them rentals when we spinnin' on yo buddy
I just wanna ball with my niggas where it's sunny
Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money
Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money
That's on gang, that's on me, that's on my name, what's up Gee?
I say 'Forty', I ain't talkin' bout a strap, but a key
Streets lucky, boy I just might send a hunnid through Kentucky, yeah
I'm the type of plug if you don't pay then shit get ugly, yeah
Hit his mama house, shoot up the car and hit his buddy, yeah
This that gangsta shit, we don't play no games about that money, yeah
Big Gotti, plug talk, CMG
10 bricks for yo advance, you signed to the streets
Urus, 'Rari, Cutlass, Forgi's
Kick that lil' bitch out, I caught that hoe tryin' to record me
I done had buddy owe me for a half a brick and been avoidin' me
Drivin' off them xans, fell asleep, damn near destroyed me
This that gangsta shit that you was missin', you was lovin'
I still think that I can make a million on Tubman
Ain't no halfway in it, if you with us, we thuggin'
I'ma drop the ticket, go and get em if you love me
We ride in them rentals when we spinnin' on yo buddy
I just wanna ball with my niggas where it's sunny
Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money
Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money
Turn up, turn up, turn up on these niggas
I know you heard 'bout G
Last niggas that played with me had two, three surgeries
The young gangstas can learn from me
The opps dream about burnin' me
Them blocks, they go for thirty-three
Forty-three, you wanna eat
You single if I want you bae
Yo nigga know what's up with me
Niggas get in they feelings over these women then try come for me
I'm gone get it all in her, lean down whisper, "Is you gone cum for me?"
She was faithful til she met a gangsta
I brought her habits back
Standin' over yo lady lettin' it dangle
Doing the cabbage patch
Niggas know the city was gettin' soft
I brought the static back
If he say I snaked him, then I adapted to my habitat
If they say I'm gangsta and 'bout my paper then it's facts in that
I pray they don't check it when I mail it 'cause it's thrax in that
Action-packed, I think the whole city know that we on it
Hard for him to sleep, his pillow got a hunnid Gs on it
This that gangsta shit that you was missin', you was lovin'
I still think that I can make a million on Tubman
Ain't no halfway in it, if you with us, we thuggin'
I'ma drop the ticket, go and get em if you love me
We ride in them rentals when we spinnin' on yo buddy
I just wanna ball with my niggas where it's sunny
Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money
Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money
That's on gang, that's on me, that's on my name, what's up Gee?
I say 'Forty', I ain't talkin' bout a strap, but a key
Streets lucky, boy I just might send a hunnid through Kentucky, yeah
I'm the type of plug if you don't pay then shit get ugly, yeah
Hit his mama house, shoot up the car and hit his buddy, yeah
This that gangsta shit, we don't play no games about that money, yeah
Big Gotti, plug talk, CMG
10 bricks for yo advance, you signed to the streets
Urus, 'Rari, Cutlass, Forgi's
Kick that lil' bitch out, I caught that hoe tryin' to record me
I done had buddy owe me for a half a brick and been avoidin' me
Drivin' off them xans, fell asleep, damn near destroyed me
This that gangsta shit that you was missin', you was lovin'
I still think that I can make a million on Tubman
Ain't no halfway in it, if you with us, we thuggin'
I'ma drop the ticket, go and get em if you love me
We ride in them rentals when we spinnin' on yo buddy
I just wanna ball with my niggas where it's sunny
Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money
Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money
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Writer(s): Mario Mimms, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., George A. Stone Iii
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