Get Ya Money
I been around the way
I been around the sun like 21 times
See it, I need it, I take it, it's mine
Hold up
I been around the way
I been around the sun like 21 times
See it, I need it, I take it, it's mine
Tony Montana my mental, my mind
Yeah
I stick around for pay
Put on a show
Put on a play
Letting them know I'm here to stay
From LA to VT
Miami to Fiji
I'm holding it down
Pave my lane
Skate my wave
Rockin' the power like 50 now
Walk in the spot like I own the place
Like I pay the bills
Like I say the grace
Like I walk the dog
Like I kiss the wife
Then tuck in the kids at the end of the night
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Ay, ay
Spend it on some spinners and a candied colored grill
Blow it while your young dumb and hunting for quick thrills
I'm gunnin' for the bills
Need money like Uncle Phil
Deep country to Holly Hills
We sunny like Bobby Hebb
Hold up
If you talk scrap imma hit you with the clap, back hand
Batman when I pull out the ones
Load out the guns
Pick apart gats fast man, god damn imma track star son
Mama say, mama so, mama saw me grow
From a jit, to a pro, to a prince
Broken to rich
Hoping to blow with the hits
But all I know is this
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your mother fucking money
Get your guap
Get your green
Get your bread
Get your cheese
Get your bacon
Get your lettuce
Make a sandwich with these benjis
Eat the whole world on a silver platter
Use the paper like a napkin
Wads a cash in yo bank
Best blow it like bubble, double mint go platinum
Making the moola like Mansa Musa
Bringing it back to my team
From Dade, 802, to Havana, Cuba
Mission is everyone eats
Michelin meals for the fam
I'm dishing out spinach and clams
I feel like the man
I wish for a million grand
As long as I stick to the plan
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your mother fucking money
Get your money up kid
Get your, uh
Get your, uh
Get your money up kid
Get your, uh
Get your, uh
Get your money up kid
Get your mother fucking money
Get your money up kid
Get your mother fucking money, bitch
I been around the sun like 21 times
See it, I need it, I take it, it's mine
Hold up
I been around the way
I been around the sun like 21 times
See it, I need it, I take it, it's mine
Tony Montana my mental, my mind
Yeah
I stick around for pay
Put on a show
Put on a play
Letting them know I'm here to stay
From LA to VT
Miami to Fiji
I'm holding it down
Pave my lane
Skate my wave
Rockin' the power like 50 now
Walk in the spot like I own the place
Like I pay the bills
Like I say the grace
Like I walk the dog
Like I kiss the wife
Then tuck in the kids at the end of the night
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Ay, ay
Spend it on some spinners and a candied colored grill
Blow it while your young dumb and hunting for quick thrills
I'm gunnin' for the bills
Need money like Uncle Phil
Deep country to Holly Hills
We sunny like Bobby Hebb
Hold up
If you talk scrap imma hit you with the clap, back hand
Batman when I pull out the ones
Load out the guns
Pick apart gats fast man, god damn imma track star son
Mama say, mama so, mama saw me grow
From a jit, to a pro, to a prince
Broken to rich
Hoping to blow with the hits
But all I know is this
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your mother fucking money
Get your guap
Get your green
Get your bread
Get your cheese
Get your bacon
Get your lettuce
Make a sandwich with these benjis
Eat the whole world on a silver platter
Use the paper like a napkin
Wads a cash in yo bank
Best blow it like bubble, double mint go platinum
Making the moola like Mansa Musa
Bringing it back to my team
From Dade, 802, to Havana, Cuba
Mission is everyone eats
Michelin meals for the fam
I'm dishing out spinach and clams
I feel like the man
I wish for a million grand
As long as I stick to the plan
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your money, uh uh
Get your money up kid
Get your mother fucking money
Get your money up kid
Get your, uh
Get your, uh
Get your money up kid
Get your, uh
Get your, uh
Get your money up kid
Get your mother fucking money
Get your money up kid
Get your mother fucking money, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Rivan Calderin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.