Grab Tha Money
Grab the money
Grab the money
Grab the money man
Just grab that motherfucking money
real quick bro
We gotta stash this shit
Grab the money
Tell em give us the loot
If they ain't showing bread
Then we giving Niggas the boot
Niggas Holla
Bout the dollars
Memph Bleak
In the booth
We gone shine
Like the grills
That cover they tooth
Down south
Niggas
Rocking bling in they mouth
Double cup the double Dutch
My niggas smoking
Then we pouring it out
If niggas ain't riding
We kicking em out
We take it back
Like Polaroids
On the family couch
Twenty twelve Lost my mom
A year before dad
So when i give my all
That's just me giving
All I have
Shit i seen
Riches and rags
Seen the money come slow
And seen it blow through fast
You gotta go through class
Just to show em who rules
Dropped out of school
Now this LLC
Proves I'm no fool
Warm why you play the game so cool
Cause the fire burn em quicker
Than some well done food
We cooking up
Throwing all that good in the pot
A nigga been on point with the plot
Since i linked up with dot
Burning all them soufside blocks
They say who hotter than this
Ain't no one this hot
We cooking up
Throwing all that good in the pot
A nigga been on point with the plot
Since i linked up with dot
Burning all them soufside blocks
They say who hotter than this
Ain't no one this hot
They must've thought they caught hell
From the flames we raise
Hit the blunt then hit the stage
Keep 'em both in a blaze
Someone hit AFD
Cause this heat will torch a nigga
To a different degree
Yeah this fire safety
Only thing I learned
Stack it for a rainy day
Then let that shit burn
Niggas wait they turn
Cause this paper ain't given
Best believe it's earned
Your money only good
If your investment returns
Only looking for profit
They say talk is cheep
Blue faces get to talking
Or we get to walking
Off the scene
Me and Sire
Getting green
Only fit for the kings
Like I'm placing the crown
On the top
Cause the money never coming down
Grab the money
Give us the loot
If it ain't bread
Get the boot
Sire man
Number one
Number two
Call me king
Balling like I'm getting my ring
Life's a dream
Shake it up
Like Akeem
Grab the money
Get the power
Grab the money
Grab the money man
Just grab that motherfucking money
real quick bro
We gotta stash this shit
Grab the money
Tell em give us the loot
If they ain't showing bread
Then we giving Niggas the boot
Niggas Holla
Bout the dollars
Memph Bleak
In the booth
We gone shine
Like the grills
That cover they tooth
Down south
Niggas
Rocking bling in they mouth
Double cup the double Dutch
My niggas smoking
Then we pouring it out
If niggas ain't riding
We kicking em out
We take it back
Like Polaroids
On the family couch
Twenty twelve Lost my mom
A year before dad
So when i give my all
That's just me giving
All I have
Shit i seen
Riches and rags
Seen the money come slow
And seen it blow through fast
You gotta go through class
Just to show em who rules
Dropped out of school
Now this LLC
Proves I'm no fool
Warm why you play the game so cool
Cause the fire burn em quicker
Than some well done food
We cooking up
Throwing all that good in the pot
A nigga been on point with the plot
Since i linked up with dot
Burning all them soufside blocks
They say who hotter than this
Ain't no one this hot
We cooking up
Throwing all that good in the pot
A nigga been on point with the plot
Since i linked up with dot
Burning all them soufside blocks
They say who hotter than this
Ain't no one this hot
They must've thought they caught hell
From the flames we raise
Hit the blunt then hit the stage
Keep 'em both in a blaze
Someone hit AFD
Cause this heat will torch a nigga
To a different degree
Yeah this fire safety
Only thing I learned
Stack it for a rainy day
Then let that shit burn
Niggas wait they turn
Cause this paper ain't given
Best believe it's earned
Your money only good
If your investment returns
Only looking for profit
They say talk is cheep
Blue faces get to talking
Or we get to walking
Off the scene
Me and Sire
Getting green
Only fit for the kings
Like I'm placing the crown
On the top
Cause the money never coming down
Grab the money
Give us the loot
If it ain't bread
Get the boot
Sire man
Number one
Number two
Call me king
Balling like I'm getting my ring
Life's a dream
Shake it up
Like Akeem
Grab the money
Get the power
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Dagley
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