GTFM
Ayy, pop it on the pole
Ceiling to the flo'
Shorty puttin' on a show
Somethin' like a pro
You a pole star like a EV
Enough to go around baby, why you bein' greedy?
She said I gotta
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
I don't want the Jacksons I just want the hunnids
I don't get distracted I just get the money
They gon' play this when they baggin' up the work
Or they on they way to work
Or they on the stage to twerk
Make a hustler go berserk
Man, you gotta know your worth
Then you gotta grow your worth
Could tell I hit the gym
By the way I'm flexin
All my haters cheap
They don't pay attention
I don't make excuses
I don't make extensions
Pay me when you owe me
You don't wanna create no tension
That money counter was a great invention
Came to change the game
And all my partners got the same intentions
I'm just countin' cash with the crew
Gettin' stacks on the move
If you ask what I do, I just
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
I don't want the Jacksons I just want the hunnids
I don't get distracted I just get the get the get the
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
I don't want the Jacksons I just want the hunnids
I don't get distracted I just get
Get out the way
Pretty boy comin' through
Bitch, don't kill my mood
You scare me when you call me boo
Nah, nah, gotta stick and move
Lot of shit to lose
Gotta pick and choose
Which one, which one
You got options when you poppin'
At the top and I ain't droppin'
Pull a drop in, tell her hop in
I got solutions, what's the problem
With the zoo and we be mobbin'
Who are you? Forgotten
Scottie P, I'm pushin' P
I'm at a place they told me I wouldn't be
I'm kickin' up with my foot asleep
I remember nights when I couldn't sleep
Cause a broke nigga, I couldn't be
Bad boys, but there's good in me
A little country, a little hood in me
A little bad bitch, but she good with me
And we
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
I don't want the Jacksons, I just want the hunnids
I don't get distracted I just get the get the get the
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
I don't want the Jacksons, I just want the hunnids
I don't get distracted, I just get the money
Ceiling to the flo'
Shorty puttin' on a show
Somethin' like a pro
You a pole star like a EV
Enough to go around baby, why you bein' greedy?
She said I gotta
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
I don't want the Jacksons I just want the hunnids
I don't get distracted I just get the money
They gon' play this when they baggin' up the work
Or they on they way to work
Or they on the stage to twerk
Make a hustler go berserk
Man, you gotta know your worth
Then you gotta grow your worth
Could tell I hit the gym
By the way I'm flexin
All my haters cheap
They don't pay attention
I don't make excuses
I don't make extensions
Pay me when you owe me
You don't wanna create no tension
That money counter was a great invention
Came to change the game
And all my partners got the same intentions
I'm just countin' cash with the crew
Gettin' stacks on the move
If you ask what I do, I just
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
I don't want the Jacksons I just want the hunnids
I don't get distracted I just get the get the get the
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
I don't want the Jacksons I just want the hunnids
I don't get distracted I just get
Get out the way
Pretty boy comin' through
Bitch, don't kill my mood
You scare me when you call me boo
Nah, nah, gotta stick and move
Lot of shit to lose
Gotta pick and choose
Which one, which one
You got options when you poppin'
At the top and I ain't droppin'
Pull a drop in, tell her hop in
I got solutions, what's the problem
With the zoo and we be mobbin'
Who are you? Forgotten
Scottie P, I'm pushin' P
I'm at a place they told me I wouldn't be
I'm kickin' up with my foot asleep
I remember nights when I couldn't sleep
Cause a broke nigga, I couldn't be
Bad boys, but there's good in me
A little country, a little hood in me
A little bad bitch, but she good with me
And we
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
I don't want the Jacksons, I just want the hunnids
I don't get distracted I just get the get the get the
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
Get the fuckin' money
I don't want the Jacksons, I just want the hunnids
I don't get distracted, I just get the money
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Writer(s): Scott Paul
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