Get Dat Money
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
I want green paper
Clean paper?
Fuck that
Deal breaker
I want mills on my ring finger
I want a Jacob & Co on my wrist
Walking in the hood
Not caring 'bout the risks
Not a G faker
In god we trust
But ain't no prayers
Them broads we fuck
Yeah I'm a big player
Girls go like: "who'd you get that from?"
My man Franklin on the hunnid dollar bill paper
In god we trust
Cruisin' down a lowride
G style
Baby that's my best style yeah
"How you gonna talk about social struggle
And still rap 'bout bitches and money on a freestyle?"
Bitch I got time
Ain't trynna hear no fuss sounds
You flies, I'm the cake you fly 'round
I'll murder if you touch my piggy bank
'less it goes clickty clang
Get dat money
Day and night, day and night, day and night
Get dat money
Gotta feed the fam yeah
Gotta feed the fam
Get dat money
Get dat
I've seen homies go crazy for pussy or power
Jewelry or powder
Trynna sound louder
I'll be dammed if I make it till 25
Cuz there's only one way up this ladder
Kill brothers
Make dollars
Kill the needy
6 figures
And that's how you reign higher
Closed mouth don't eat
Closed mouth ain't fed
Let me guide you through how big men led
First rule you gotta crush those is charge
So you can take power
Or you won't make it far
Second rule you gotta crush the haters
That've sounding loud
And keep gettin' louder
Third rule you gotta reign in fear
Make 'em piss they pants
When they gettin near
Cuatro, you gotta control the truth
Make it all that's known
Make it all about you
Quinto, you gotta build your home
Gotta build a place
You can call your own
Lastly you gotta sit your ass down
Down your throne
And reuse rule three
Yeah all along
And it goes like this
Till you're old and grown
And on your death bed
When you're all alone
You'll rule on hell
The way you ruled on earth
Yeah on your own
Nonstop, nonstop, nonstop
Get dat money
When I wake up
When I eat
When I sleep
When I shit I
Get dat money
Gotta feed the fam
Gotta feed the fam
Day and night, day and night, day and night
Ion wanna buy, I wanna afford that shit
Ion wanna ride 'less it's for that bill
Ion wanna lie
Ion wanna lie
Ion wanna lie
I think of money when I fuck that bitch
Ion wanna buy, I wanna afford that shit
Ion wanna ride 'less it's for that bill
Ion wanna lie
Ion wanna lie
Ion wanna lie
I think of money when I fuck that bitch
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
I want green paper
Clean paper?
Fuck that
Deal breaker
I want mills on my ring finger
I want a Jacob & Co on my wrist
Walking in the hood
Not caring 'bout the risks
Not a G faker
In god we trust
But ain't no prayers
Them broads we fuck
Yeah I'm a big player
Girls go like: "who'd you get that from?"
My man Franklin on the hunnid dollar bill paper
In god we trust
Cruisin' down a lowride
G style
Baby that's my best style yeah
"How you gonna talk about social struggle
And still rap 'bout bitches and money on a freestyle?"
Bitch I got time
Ain't trynna hear no fuss sounds
You flies, I'm the cake you fly 'round
I'll murder if you touch my piggy bank
'less it goes clickty clang
Get dat money
Day and night, day and night, day and night
Get dat money
Gotta feed the fam yeah
Gotta feed the fam
Get dat money
Get dat
I've seen homies go crazy for pussy or power
Jewelry or powder
Trynna sound louder
I'll be dammed if I make it till 25
Cuz there's only one way up this ladder
Kill brothers
Make dollars
Kill the needy
6 figures
And that's how you reign higher
Closed mouth don't eat
Closed mouth ain't fed
Let me guide you through how big men led
First rule you gotta crush those is charge
So you can take power
Or you won't make it far
Second rule you gotta crush the haters
That've sounding loud
And keep gettin' louder
Third rule you gotta reign in fear
Make 'em piss they pants
When they gettin near
Cuatro, you gotta control the truth
Make it all that's known
Make it all about you
Quinto, you gotta build your home
Gotta build a place
You can call your own
Lastly you gotta sit your ass down
Down your throne
And reuse rule three
Yeah all along
And it goes like this
Till you're old and grown
And on your death bed
When you're all alone
You'll rule on hell
The way you ruled on earth
Yeah on your own
Nonstop, nonstop, nonstop
Get dat money
When I wake up
When I eat
When I sleep
When I shit I
Get dat money
Gotta feed the fam
Gotta feed the fam
Day and night, day and night, day and night
Ion wanna buy, I wanna afford that shit
Ion wanna ride 'less it's for that bill
Ion wanna lie
Ion wanna lie
Ion wanna lie
I think of money when I fuck that bitch
Ion wanna buy, I wanna afford that shit
Ion wanna ride 'less it's for that bill
Ion wanna lie
Ion wanna lie
Ion wanna lie
I think of money when I fuck that bitch
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
Get dat money
Get dat
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Writer(s): Dariush Sharaghi
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