Get Some Money
Aye
Yeah
It's Texaco
Tell them niggas get some money
I bet my trap still jumpin'
I bet these bitches still frontin'
Choppers still going dummy
For anybody who want it, aye
Being broke didn't make sense
I had to switch it up
He brought the booth
Off in the kitchen
Bout to cook it up
Waiting on me to fall
You better give it up
This shit for real
I'm going up
These rappers stuck
I strike a pose on that lil bitch
Just like I won a Heisman
I popped two footballs in the booth
I feel like Matt Ryan
I always been a quiet nigga
But niggas know I'm a gorilla
I always did my own thing
Fuck following these niggas
In the coupe now I got road rage
I'm riding striker like i'm Future
My nigga said that he don't sell dope
He working hard on them computers
Texaco what you been doing
I'm working harder than a bitch
Cause where I'm from
They selling everything
Just tryna pay the rent
Smoke a seven with my dawg
Tryna' find Michael Vick
To fat to be the quarterback
I'm making hits like Ray Lewis
I put it all on the line
I'm tryna run into a sack
I can't listen to these niggas
Please tell ya potnah' he can't rap
Fifteen hundred for the feature
If you wanna drop some crack
Thiry-two for the bag if you tryna cop a pack
When I was down bad
Didn't nobody have my back
And now it's up on you lil niggas
I brought them real bricks back
Tell them niggas get some money
I bet my trap still jumpin'
I bet these bitches still frontin'
Choppers still going dummy
For anybody who want it, aye
Being broke didn't make sense
I had to switch it up
He brought the booth
Off in the kitchen
Bout to cook it up
Waiting on me to fall
You better give it up
This shit for real
I'm going up
These rappers stuck
Fuck that lil hoe then tell her bye
Like she go both ways
All these youngins' toting clippers
Giving temp fades
Tryna stay humble like I'm Ace
I'm tryna live full and paid
Stack and stay out the way
Told y'all I'm blind to the hate
I play like Jamie Foxx on Ray
I don't wanna spend time
Lil momma I just want the face
Young nigga out here
Just been grinding
I iced my neck so I can skate
I'm forever LTH
Forever Exit 28
Know Poolside got my back
That's why I'm rocking Wavy Ape
I bet these niggas still pocket watching
One monkey won't stop no show
And two sho' ain't gon' damn stop it
Why the fuck they call you Suave
Cause I'm a smooth talker
She ain't my lover
Billie Jean, beat it start moon walking
I get it in, I fucked her friend
I got the crew talking
Count dividends and then we spend
My whole crew pippin'
I hear em talk, I'm fresh to death
I might cop a new coffin
1600 for pint just to keep me coughin'
Tell them niggas get some money
I bet my trap still jumpin'
I bet these bitches still frontin'
Choppers still going dummy
For anybody who want it, aye
Being broke didn't make sense
I had to switch it up
He brought the booth
Off in the kitchen
Bout to cook it up
Waiting on me to fall
You better give it up
This shit for real
I'm going up
These rappers stuck
Yeah
It's Texaco
Tell them niggas get some money
I bet my trap still jumpin'
I bet these bitches still frontin'
Choppers still going dummy
For anybody who want it, aye
Being broke didn't make sense
I had to switch it up
He brought the booth
Off in the kitchen
Bout to cook it up
Waiting on me to fall
You better give it up
This shit for real
I'm going up
These rappers stuck
I strike a pose on that lil bitch
Just like I won a Heisman
I popped two footballs in the booth
I feel like Matt Ryan
I always been a quiet nigga
But niggas know I'm a gorilla
I always did my own thing
Fuck following these niggas
In the coupe now I got road rage
I'm riding striker like i'm Future
My nigga said that he don't sell dope
He working hard on them computers
Texaco what you been doing
I'm working harder than a bitch
Cause where I'm from
They selling everything
Just tryna pay the rent
Smoke a seven with my dawg
Tryna' find Michael Vick
To fat to be the quarterback
I'm making hits like Ray Lewis
I put it all on the line
I'm tryna run into a sack
I can't listen to these niggas
Please tell ya potnah' he can't rap
Fifteen hundred for the feature
If you wanna drop some crack
Thiry-two for the bag if you tryna cop a pack
When I was down bad
Didn't nobody have my back
And now it's up on you lil niggas
I brought them real bricks back
Tell them niggas get some money
I bet my trap still jumpin'
I bet these bitches still frontin'
Choppers still going dummy
For anybody who want it, aye
Being broke didn't make sense
I had to switch it up
He brought the booth
Off in the kitchen
Bout to cook it up
Waiting on me to fall
You better give it up
This shit for real
I'm going up
These rappers stuck
Fuck that lil hoe then tell her bye
Like she go both ways
All these youngins' toting clippers
Giving temp fades
Tryna stay humble like I'm Ace
I'm tryna live full and paid
Stack and stay out the way
Told y'all I'm blind to the hate
I play like Jamie Foxx on Ray
I don't wanna spend time
Lil momma I just want the face
Young nigga out here
Just been grinding
I iced my neck so I can skate
I'm forever LTH
Forever Exit 28
Know Poolside got my back
That's why I'm rocking Wavy Ape
I bet these niggas still pocket watching
One monkey won't stop no show
And two sho' ain't gon' damn stop it
Why the fuck they call you Suave
Cause I'm a smooth talker
She ain't my lover
Billie Jean, beat it start moon walking
I get it in, I fucked her friend
I got the crew talking
Count dividends and then we spend
My whole crew pippin'
I hear em talk, I'm fresh to death
I might cop a new coffin
1600 for pint just to keep me coughin'
Tell them niggas get some money
I bet my trap still jumpin'
I bet these bitches still frontin'
Choppers still going dummy
For anybody who want it, aye
Being broke didn't make sense
I had to switch it up
He brought the booth
Off in the kitchen
Bout to cook it up
Waiting on me to fall
You better give it up
This shit for real
I'm going up
These rappers stuck
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Writer(s): Tyquadre Rosser
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