Get Money
Get money fuck hoes, my bitches buy me new clothes
Get money fuck hoes, my cousin buy me new poles
Get money fuck hoes, plug just threw me new lows
Get money fuck hoes, eating good but selling bowls
Played my music while i'm with her, now she wanna be my shooter
Storm got the coupe swerving, behind tints she a trooper
Ain't stop sucking yet, this bitch a vacuum cleaner
Don't fuck with niggas or they poo ass weed, I think my stink meaner
Matter fact, I think my cent cleaner
Dirty niggas never change they load, you can at least clean her
Buying old whips to say they foreign, that 04' beamer
I hit his bitch off the dribble, no need to lay up
I fuck broke hoes then say you need to get yo pape up
Cake up, fuck missionary im tryna see it clap
Know you take strokes good, but not from the back
Baby put that money in my hand, bet we'll make it back
And i keep a strap on my waist like a nigga fat
Lately I been running through these songs, she like my track
Lately I keep pole in the north, south hoes attract
Diss songs? we gon roll you up, now thats a rap
Get money fuck hoes, my bitches buy me new clothes
Get money fuck hoes, my cousin buy me new poles
Get money fuck hoes, plug just threw me new lows
Get money fuck hoes, eating good but selling bowls
So used to selling weed, mom hit me, almost asked how much she need
I been smoking, so high, think I'm living in the trees
Why she try to bend over, thought i told you hit yo knees
Fuck it imma Benadryl, now i put her ass to sleep
Five said we some wolves, think you niggas more like sheep
Seen you in that red riding, what that mean? I'm finna creep
If my forty get yo howling it's gon leave you counting ...
Mannnn that shit gon put yo ass to sleep
Fuck it I'm back on the beat
I been stepping for so long, need another pair of feet
Member i had fumbled pack and made it back in like a week
Blood snitching, saying what he C's, he so sweet
Like he candy, i been knocking shit out like i'm randy
Orton, said she wanna eat good take her to Morton's
If you need it, we got powder for yo clients that snorting
Locked in with the plug, i got power ain't no shortage
Get money fuck hoes, my bitches buy me new clothes
Get money fuck hoes, my cousin buy me new poles
Get money fuck hoes, plug just threw me new lows
Get money fuck hoes, eating good but selling bowls
Get money fuck hoes, my cousin buy me new poles
Get money fuck hoes, plug just threw me new lows
Get money fuck hoes, eating good but selling bowls
Played my music while i'm with her, now she wanna be my shooter
Storm got the coupe swerving, behind tints she a trooper
Ain't stop sucking yet, this bitch a vacuum cleaner
Don't fuck with niggas or they poo ass weed, I think my stink meaner
Matter fact, I think my cent cleaner
Dirty niggas never change they load, you can at least clean her
Buying old whips to say they foreign, that 04' beamer
I hit his bitch off the dribble, no need to lay up
I fuck broke hoes then say you need to get yo pape up
Cake up, fuck missionary im tryna see it clap
Know you take strokes good, but not from the back
Baby put that money in my hand, bet we'll make it back
And i keep a strap on my waist like a nigga fat
Lately I been running through these songs, she like my track
Lately I keep pole in the north, south hoes attract
Diss songs? we gon roll you up, now thats a rap
Get money fuck hoes, my bitches buy me new clothes
Get money fuck hoes, my cousin buy me new poles
Get money fuck hoes, plug just threw me new lows
Get money fuck hoes, eating good but selling bowls
So used to selling weed, mom hit me, almost asked how much she need
I been smoking, so high, think I'm living in the trees
Why she try to bend over, thought i told you hit yo knees
Fuck it imma Benadryl, now i put her ass to sleep
Five said we some wolves, think you niggas more like sheep
Seen you in that red riding, what that mean? I'm finna creep
If my forty get yo howling it's gon leave you counting ...
Mannnn that shit gon put yo ass to sleep
Fuck it I'm back on the beat
I been stepping for so long, need another pair of feet
Member i had fumbled pack and made it back in like a week
Blood snitching, saying what he C's, he so sweet
Like he candy, i been knocking shit out like i'm randy
Orton, said she wanna eat good take her to Morton's
If you need it, we got powder for yo clients that snorting
Locked in with the plug, i got power ain't no shortage
Get money fuck hoes, my bitches buy me new clothes
Get money fuck hoes, my cousin buy me new poles
Get money fuck hoes, plug just threw me new lows
Get money fuck hoes, eating good but selling bowls
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Writer(s): Lawrence Bellow
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