"GET YA MONEY" lyrics

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I ain't good at being bougie
Raised by syrup sandwiches and movies
Way before I had a groupie
They was braggin' that they knew me
They gon' say the money changed me
And I hope it does

Dreams don't chase themselves
Get your money, baby, money, money, baby
Dreams don't chase themselves
Get your money, baby, money, money, baby

Mama need a crib, Daddy need a crib
Sister need the Benz with the five-percent
Tell Hector he can drop the top again
Tell Tia they can cut the check again, uh
Keep it luxury until the devil let us in
God watching, can You wash away my sins?
Champagne got me popping shit again, uh
God is good all the time
All the time, God is good
Now I'm riding in the Chevy wood
'Cause my drive got me more than college could (Lord have mercy)
Chasing dreams until the birds sing
'Cause there's worst things than searching for purpose, baby

Dreams don't chase themselves
Get your money, baby, money, money, baby
Dreams don't chase themselves
Get your money, baby, money, money, baby
Dreams don't chase themselves
Get your money, baby, money, money, baby
Dreams don't chase themselves
Get your money, baby, money, money, baby

Yo, where you at?
You already know where I'm at
I mean, I've been chilling at the crib all day, waiting on you
I'm chasing the bag, baby, it shouldn't be too much longer
Alright, just let me know when you on the way
For sure, roll somethin' up too, bae