Get Money (feat. Rick Ross)

ce Hood, rosay

We the fucking best, maybach

It's so incredible

I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas

I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up

I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up

I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up

Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga

I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit

And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit

Yeah I gave you a classic in my day view

Cashflow for the hoes I bought (straight to)

You wanna ride you can't be actin like dre foo'

N.W.A. I bet you ace played you

Hollywood hollywood I see the big lights

And I'm with my big homie ricky nigga yeah right

Every minute that my heart pump blood

Fuck what you heard momma raised a fuckin thug

Money on my mind imagine what's up in the trunk

And it get me to the life of funk driver store's thug

On the other ridges feelin like a billionaire

A got a couple mill a couple more an I'm really there

Haters talk around me fuck em like I really care

When we handle our business sorry they were never there

I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas

I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up

I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up

I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up

Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga

Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up

Hundred on the chain bitch I think I'm king tuck

A nigga young and rich who feel like can't be touched

Fourty stacks for the chase no I can't see much

Unless you get the dollars still talkin cashflow

Thousand dollar bill president fidel castro

Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10

Ross cool as ice cube dicky and the black chef

I'm in a heli-chopper starin at the boat docks

Good weather good weather means more flux

Look in my eyes you can tell I'm seeing so clear

I get them bitches a prison an feeling no fear

More money means more louis carry-on

When I touch your city you should see how hoes carrillo

Bitch what's my name ace fuckin hood ain't a damn thang change us

I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas

I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up

I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up

I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up

Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga

Shit shit, and I'm a gettin money ass nigga

Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it

White squares that's equivalence of mo dough

I hear my nigga ricky selling on my promo

I make it rain hoe better wear your poncho

To seek me on my TMO I get you mo slow

The good life beats side of my condo

You know the name ask jermaine on cut thoug

Wooh, you talkin funny would you fucking with the franchise

I decide how much you form the shit we let ride

I gave niggas your first startup

Showed you how to dress made the hood be a part of

Maybe I should have kept my thought off

It's all good neather he'd hit the guard off

Now you shit nigga garbage you's a rat never build for this mob shit

I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas

I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up

I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up

I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up

Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga