Get Money Lyrics – Melvoni
Singer: Melvoni
Title: Get Money
You heard?
Ain’t gon’ lie, I wake up this morning feeling like
Like that n#gg#, feel me?
I mean, I been that n#gg#
But now I’m that n#gg# with money, feel me?
So, we act a lil’ different on [?], you dig?
Get money, f#ck 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 she left me then I take a loss
I shitted on that b#tch, I don’t got no remorse
I sh#t on these n#gg#s every time I drop
I don’t play with that boy ’cause he talk to the cops
And I’m still droppin’ 4’s and I keep a few choppas
If he play, we make sure that lil’ n#gg# get popped
And I’m fresher than Febreeze (Fresher than Febreeze)
I’m gettin’ money plus it’s clean (Plus it’s clean)
Remember that sh#t was a dream
I remember, now I get this sh#t with ease (Grrt-grrt, pow)
Get money, f#ck 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’ them shots
Stack all the money and stunt all my opps
All of my haters, they [?] what I got
I’m in the city, I’m totin’ a Glock
I got some aim, I know what I shot
n#gg#s be lame, ain’t really about it
Fresh in the game, I’m just gettin’ hot
Woo, woo, woo, okay
I make a hunnid K in a day
I don’t want new friends, n#gg#s gay
I only want new bands in the bank
Got a Maybach [?] on the Wraith
Smokin’ on ZaZa and it stank
All these n#gg#s wanna be me, but they can’t
I get money, f#ck 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
Look at my bank account and see all these zeros
That sh#t is funny, ayy, funny, wait
I’m servin’ these [?] in the back, ayy
I stay on a mission, I get it, I live it
She f#ckin’ and suckin’ for status
We sh#t and we ball like a maverick
You dissin’ [?]
I run at the [?] and found me a body
She lovin’ the lifestyle, she lovin’ [?], yeah
She lovin’ the status, she lovin’ the countin’, she lovin’ the flashes
Always know I’m [?], little boy, you better stay in your place
All of my hitters, they [?]
They flippin’ and finessin’, this sh#t [?]
Get money, f#ck 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 (Ching-ching)
Get money, f#ck hoes (Ching-ching)
Get money, smoke dope (Ching-ching)
Get money, new clothes (Ching-ching)
Get money, wrist froze (Ching-ching)
Get money, bust guns (Ching-ching)
Get money, don’t run (Ching-ching)
Get money, all blues (Ching-ching)
Get money, no ones (Ching-ching)
Ching-ching
Ching-ching
Ching-ching
Ching-ching
Hahaha
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