Get Money

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

(Section 8 just straight cooked that motherfucker up)

Yeah

So we was at a gas station today, I told the bros, like

Last one home owe a dub, know what I'm sayin'?

And we all ridin' in foreigns, so

That shit super fun cuttin' all through traffic, sayin'

Kinda felt like I made it for a change

That's what I do

Lamborghini truck, big Dre in the cut

Bruh them Bentley-ed up behind me, know what's in my cup

Doin' ninety in a thirty-five like I don't give a fuck (I'm sorry)

Aventador, I let lil' Q 'dem drive, make sure y'all don't hit nobody

I can't lie, this rap shit got us livin' like we hit the lottery

Crippin', knockin' niggas out, one punch like he got into boxing

I been flying state to state for drip, I done got into shopping

Every other day, it's somethin' fake, I'm duckin' paparazzi

He ain't listen, they tapped his nugget

Label told me ain't got no budget

This ain't that, and that ain't 'bout nothing

I got rich, but got folks still strugglin'

I got bros give a fuck 'bout nothin'

I got hoes, don't give a fuck 'bout fuckin'

I ain't did that if she ain't got no butt

Money bring problems, okay, so what?

Pee them too real, they bought me a Rolls truck

Sent it back to get a newer version

Cullinan with the stars in it, got the captain seats in the back

I want the white paint with the red guts, all my other cars need to match it

They be like, oh, ooh, off in traffic

Gotta put racin' gas in my track kit

Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)

Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money

All I do is get money (Get money), get money (Get money)

Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money, yeah

How you make a whole chorus about getting money? 'Cause all I do is get money

Monday through Sunday, Sunday through Money

It ain't no stoppin', always gon' clock in

Ask for my bookin' phone like I'm trappin'

He a good rapper, yeah, but he cappin'

I treat my shows like I'm getting loads

I gotta get off anywhere I go, yeah

Hop out alone, I'm in my zone

Most of this shit I done did on my own

Niggas want credit for shit that my mama did

I really treat Lil DT like my mama kid

Been poppin' shit since I bought me that Bonneville

I'm in Atlanta from Bankhead to Summerhill

I can't play 'round 'cause I know it's kill

And I know it's real, yeah

Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)

Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money

All I do is get money (Get money), get money (Get money)

Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money (Money)

I'm getting money