Get That Money Lyrics – TZB
Singer: TZB
Title: Get That Money
This is luxury rap, call it adept
I’m disposing of novices at the drop of a hat
b#tch, a n#gg# been ready, so where the f#ck is you at?
You said that you was gon’ pull up, let me see you do that
My sh#t bang like a musket, i’m elon muskin’
Steady launching them rockets, i reach for stars and the profit
Some n#gg#s poor in the projects, still pulverizing some objects
And way before we dissolve it, you know we gotta resolve it
I f#cked ‘em raw on the carpet, i’m talking ‘bout doggy
I’m talking ménages with broads, what that accomplished?
And i can’t even stop it, it’s far too arousing
Even though i’m cold hearted, i got some gifts in my stalking
And i’m not sipping on dirty, i’m drinking sh#t that you floss wit’
Talking ‘bout listerinе, belaire bleu in my vеins
I’m still doing my thing, and i know you disdained
Got your b#tch in the kitchen just like mr. clean
I coulda been nevalanded ‘cause i love me some wings
Pulling up to hooter’s with a bunch of blue cheese
If you fired up, ima put you at ease
Getting so much money, i can’t count it for free
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
How the f#ck you doubt a n#gg#?
So young, i gotta get buck
Front of you want, i don’t give a f#ck
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
How the f#ck you doubt a n#gg#?
So much blue cheese, but i prefer the ranch when i get the chickens
Got my gloves on, no fingerprints when i wash the dishes
Category 5, in the kitchen, how i water whip it
It’s a tsunami, i flood the streets, the fiends skinny-dipping
Man, what’s the difference? don’t care bout skin color or your religion
You want it, i got it, straight off the pot, you see the stove sizzling
Even if you owe me, ima bless you like a new custo’
Don’t forget about me, whole time i’m testin’ out your character
My elders, i call em ‘unc’ like the fresh prince of bel-air
She said i embarrassed her, said i’m rich, and i don’t care for her
I cut the b#tch, i got a sex doll
I found out, that b#tch tried to knock me off
She texting my phone, thought i blocked her dawg
I beat the picture frame off the wall
She want the combination to the vault, i put that b#tch in a figure-four
Atm, she want my pin number, i got that sh#t that make your nose number
In the kitchen like i’m aunt jemima, i got that dope from lil’ mama
You’d be surprised who’s the dope supplier
You’d be surprised who use arm & hammer
20s, 50s, hunnids, i been countin’ that sh#t all day
I got that trap money, that trap money stank
So you know i count that sh#t far from my face, yeah
20s, 50s, hunnids, i been countin’ that sh#t all day
I got that trap money, that trap money stank
So you know i count that sh#t far from my face, yeah
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
How the f#ck you doubt a n#gg#?
So young, i gotta get buck
Front of you want, i don’t give a f#ck
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
Get that money, then i count it, n#gg#
How the f#ck you doubt a n#gg#?
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