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Get Money

(album: The Last King - 2009)


Get money, get money, get money
I told 'em: get money, get money, get money
I got 'em: get money, get money, get money
I'm goin': get money, get money, get money
Hey, I'm riding through my city with my rims sitting high
And my top dropped feeling like a king
Hey, I'm riding through my city with my rims sitting high
And my top dropped feeling like a king

Get money my A, pop rubberbands
Fuck what you think, I'm still the man
Young Krizzle top dropped, I'm heading to the top spot
I'm swerving in a boss car, I party like a rock star
Rolling on these sucker motherfuckers that were down on me
My bread got bigger, young nigga you should crown me
I just touched down in the city of the Queen
I ride around town, and I'm feeling like a king
I'm higher than you ever been, I'm higher than you ever be
G4, first class, some shit that you could never see
Sipping [?] and bread, as country as I wanna be
All this money that I getting, you'd think the feds was onto me
Eyes low, ride slow, 2 miles per hour ho
If money ain't your motivation, what the fuck you crying for
Taking pictures of me now, but it's all good
All my real niggas in the hood
I tell 'em

Get money, get money, get money
I told 'em: get money, get money, get money
I got 'em: get money, get money, get money
I'm goin': get money, get money, get money
Hey, I'm riding through my city with my rims sitting high
And my top dropped feeling like a king
Hey, I'm riding through my city with my rims sitting high
And my top dropped feeling like a king

I belong in the sky with the stars and the moon
I was told to get money way before I left the womb
If I can pitch it to ya, better believe I'm a goon
I'mma be a millionaire way before I'm in a tomb
I made a couple power plays, dropped a couple bombs
Now my screens hang down, ceiling like Saddam
My life just like a movie, and this would be the scene
When my father held me up and said my son gonna be a king
I'm woodgrain dripping, my paint still flipping
My top got lost, but nah it ain't missing
He ain't never seen it done like this
The grill, the chain, the charm, the wrists
The car, the clothes, the hoes, the whips
The black 24's with the chromed out lids
They hating on me baby, but yea it's all good
Tell all them trap stars that still in the hood
I tell 'em

Get money, get money, get money
I told 'em: get money, get money, get money
I got 'em: get money, get money, get money
I'm goin': get money, get money, get money
Hey, I'm riding through my city with my rims sitting high
And my top dropped feeling like a king
Hey, I'm riding through my city with my rims sitting high
And my top dropped feeling like a king

Hey, I got money in the [?], monkeys on my ass
I see the laws, hit the turning lane and mash on the gas
I swang and I swerve, I do it like none other mayne
My leather so-so, I call my top that butter mayne
I'm slabbed out down 85, woodgrain gripping get her to the tele
Then I get up in it
Certified with this pimping
Official with my mouthpiece
Make it where these niggas in the hood can't doubt me

Get money, get money, get money
I told 'em: get money, get money, get money
I got 'em: get money, get money, get money
I'm goin': get money, get money, get money
Hey, I'm riding through my city with my rims sitting high
And my top dropped feeling like a king
Hey, I'm riding through my city with my rims sitting high
And my top dropped feeling like a king

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