"Get You Some Money" lyrics
(feat. HoodRich Pablo Juan)
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin', I see this shit comin' like déjà vu or Raymond or somethin'
But I ain't lookin' back on my bitch in the tomb
Nigga, get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Diamonds on ice cream, I like Blue Bunny
Come from the underground, Harriet Tubman
Ball like a movie, it's cheap by the dozen
PJ and them would've give me some numbers
Told that boy now get the dip off the dipper
Y'all niggas tried the shit, I don't even remember
If I did that, I'd be poppin' shit now
Wait 'til y'all see the whole gang get the symbol
It's up and down in this shit, you remember?
Most of you niggas ain't hear the agendas
I'm tryna go save the world with the turtles
You tryna chill out with Master Splinter
Fuck up BE, got straps like some tenders
He save my name in your phone, he tender
Talkin' 'bout what he gon' do when he see me
I'ma go give his ass somethin' to remember
Get off your ass and go get you some money
I don't give a fuck, nigga, Monday to Sunday
No handouts, niggas waitin' for nothin'
I been so broke, I was sick to my stomach
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin', I see this shit comin' like déjà vu or Raymond or somethin'
But I ain't lookin' back on my bitch in the tomb
Nigga, get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin', I see this shit comin' like déjà vu or Raymond or somethin'
But I ain't lookin' back on my bitch in the tomb
Nigga, get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money (Pablo Juan)
Get off your ass and go get you some money (Money World)
I can't go broke 'cause I don't know how to be it
I'ma go get the money, I can say that I did
Your pockets in the ground, still sippin' on red
I ain't even fuck your bitch, I got a head
I ain't fuckin' with you niggas, I'm scared
Pulled out my apron and go make the bread
I'm thumbin' through money, my hands turnin' blue
Give me a chance, I turn it to two
Haha, go get it
Designer Drugz, I came with the juice
In 2016, had a brick in the booth
2017, put his ass in the coupe
2018, throw money out the roof
2019, went to war with the troops
2020, I could see straight through
Locked up five years, right back in the booth
I'm five-star dining, can't eat no more soup
I would've fucked you faster, but I pulled out the juice
Put a dabba grabber in the eight for the passion
Went from eighty two fast, you forgot the truth
Your bitch wanna fuck, she say, "He ain't you"
I came back ballin' like Jordan with the flu
It is what it is, can't do what I do
Still trap on Candler, bought a house in the Louf
I ain't got shit for you, who is you?
We got our shit together, I'm the glue
Pourin' up, R.I.P. to DJ Screw
It's Hood on the block, we gon' rock with the crew
Step on a nigga, throw away the shoe
Ayy, how much he worth? They ain't got a clue
Haha, yeah
I told her I get money when she ask what I do (Get money, what you say?)
But I ain't lookin' back on my bitch in the tomb
Nigga, get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Diamonds on ice cream, I like Blue Bunny
Come from the underground, Harriet Tubman
Ball like a movie, it's cheap by the dozen
PJ and them would've give me some numbers
Told that boy now get the dip off the dipper
Y'all niggas tried the shit, I don't even remember
If I did that, I'd be poppin' shit now
Wait 'til y'all see the whole gang get the symbol
It's up and down in this shit, you remember?
Most of you niggas ain't hear the agendas
I'm tryna go save the world with the turtles
You tryna chill out with Master Splinter
Fuck up BE, got straps like some tenders
He save my name in your phone, he tender
Talkin' 'bout what he gon' do when he see me
I'ma go give his ass somethin' to remember
Get off your ass and go get you some money
I don't give a fuck, nigga, Monday to Sunday
No handouts, niggas waitin' for nothin'
I been so broke, I was sick to my stomach
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin', I see this shit comin' like déjà vu or Raymond or somethin'
But I ain't lookin' back on my bitch in the tomb
Nigga, get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin', I see this shit comin' like déjà vu or Raymond or somethin'
But I ain't lookin' back on my bitch in the tomb
Nigga, get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money
Get off your ass and go get you some money (Pablo Juan)
Get off your ass and go get you some money (Money World)
I can't go broke 'cause I don't know how to be it
I'ma go get the money, I can say that I did
Your pockets in the ground, still sippin' on red
I ain't even fuck your bitch, I got a head
I ain't fuckin' with you niggas, I'm scared
Pulled out my apron and go make the bread
I'm thumbin' through money, my hands turnin' blue
Give me a chance, I turn it to two
Haha, go get it
Designer Drugz, I came with the juice
In 2016, had a brick in the booth
2017, put his ass in the coupe
2018, throw money out the roof
2019, went to war with the troops
2020, I could see straight through
Locked up five years, right back in the booth
I'm five-star dining, can't eat no more soup
I would've fucked you faster, but I pulled out the juice
Put a dabba grabber in the eight for the passion
Went from eighty two fast, you forgot the truth
Your bitch wanna fuck, she say, "He ain't you"
I came back ballin' like Jordan with the flu
It is what it is, can't do what I do
Still trap on Candler, bought a house in the Louf
I ain't got shit for you, who is you?
We got our shit together, I'm the glue
Pourin' up, R.I.P. to DJ Screw
It's Hood on the block, we gon' rock with the crew
Step on a nigga, throw away the shoe
Ayy, how much he worth? They ain't got a clue
Haha, yeah
I told her I get money when she ask what I do (Get money, what you say?)
