"GET MONEY Lyrics"
Melvoni Ft. Tyla Yaweh & DDG Lyrics
You heard?
I ain't gon' lie, I wake up this morning feeling like
Like that nigga, feel me?
I mean, I been that nigga but now I'm that nigga with money, you feel me?
So we act a lil' differently on the east side, you dig?
Get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don't run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones
I step out my crib and I feel like a boss
Diamonds they drippin' 'cause I got the sauce
I thought when she left me that I took a loss
I shit on that bitch, I don't got no remorse
I shit on these niggas every time I drop
I don't play with that boy 'cause he talk to the cops
And I'm still droppin' fools and I keep a few chops
If he play with me, stupid lil' nigga get popped (Prrah-pop-pop)
And I'm fresher than Febreeze (Fresher than Febreeze)
I'm gettin' money, plus it's clean (Plus it's clean)
Remember that shit was a dream
I remember, now I get this shit with ease (Grrt-grrt, pow)
Get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don't run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones (Yeah)
I'm a big dog, I be callin' the shots
Stack all the money and stunt on my opps
All of my haters, they want what I got
I'm in the city, I'm totin' a Glock (Pew)
I got some aim, I know what I shot (Pew, pew, pew)
Niggas be lame, you really a bot
Fresh in the game, I'm just gettin' hot (Hot)
Woo (Hot), woo (Hot), woo (Hot), okay
I make a hunnid K in a day
I don't want new friends, niggas gay
Only want new bands in the bank
Got a Maybach sedan and a Wraith
Smokin' on zazas and it stank
All these niggas wanna be me, but they can't
I get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don't run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones
Money (Money), money (Woah)
Looked at my bank account, seen all the zeros
That shit is funny, ayy, funny, wait
I'm savin' these racks on the backend
I stay on a mission, I get it, I live it (Huh)
She fuckin' and suckin' for status (Status)
We shoot and we ball like a maverick (Maverick)
You dissin' bitch, disappear, magic (Magic)
I went out to Stockholm and found me a blondie
She's lovin' the lifestyle, she loved it a lotty (She love it a lot)
Yeah, she lovin' the status
She lovin' them cameras, she lovin' the flashes
Always know watch your back and ride, ayy
Little boy, you better stay in your place
All of my hitters, they chase them a bag
They flippin', finessin', that should be the way
Get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don't run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones (Cha-ching)
Get money, fuck hoes (Cha-ching)
Get money, smoke dope (Cha-ching)
Get money, new clothes (Cha-ching)
Get money, wrist froze (Cha-ching)
Get money, bust guns (Cha-ching)
Get money, don't run (Cha-ching)
Get money, all blues (Cha-ching)
Get money, no ones (Cha-ching)
Cha-ching
Cha-ching
Cha-ching
Cha-ching, hahaha
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