"GET MONEY!" lyrics

How the fuck is you not getting money?
How the fuck is you not getting money?
How the fuck is you not getting— (Hahaha)
How the fuck is you not getting money?
How the fuck is you—

I'm off a Perc', I want some lean
She wanted Gucci, I bought her Celine
I'm smoking purp
I let the bitch hit the blunt, had her think about what she just seen
I feel like Diddy, my pockets on puff
Have a bitch call me daddy, then flee from the scene
These niggas— you get what I mean
Brand-new— and it came with a beam

She wanna smoke, but don't know how to roll it
I'm off a 10, better duck when I'm blowing
Bro pulled up with a brand-new chop
Ain't no serial number, I know that he stole it
I cut the nose off the AK, made me a Drac'
Bought some more jewelry and make me a lake
I put a knife on the end of the Glock
I'll stab me a nigga, he eat off my plate, on God
These niggas broke as a bitch
Gotta ask his BM for his whip, he ain't got no ride
These niggas pussy as shit
He just posting that shit on his 'Gram, he is not gon' slide
These niggas sharing they guns with they brothers and shit
How you beefing and got no fire?
I really paid my big brother to whack me a nigga
I don't gotta tell no lies

These niggas broke, I can see it, I took me a loss every season and ain't get defeated
I did a lot for my people and they tried to play like I didn't, gon' leave for no reason
I fell in love with the money, you'll never catch me chasing bitches, but pussy is pleasing
I think my jeweler controlling the weather, I put on my ice and start feeling anemic

How the fuck is you not getting money?
How the fuck is you not fucking hoes?
How the fuck did your gang get exposed?
How the fuck you got choppers inside of them videos, but you outside with no pole?
Niggas hiding, posted up inside of they hood every day, fuck it, shoot up his home
I'm a devil, I don't see what's wrong
Thirty shots in the Glock, this a schlong
Shoot the switchy, it might break a bone
Sending hollows, we tryna tap a dome
How the fuck we struggle in the 'burbs?
Mama stressing, my daddy wasn't home
Now look how we pull up on the curb
Pops got a 'Vette and my mom got a Rove'

How the fuck is you not fucking hoes? (Hahahaha, fuck you, stupid bitch)
How the fuck is you not fucking hoes? (Hahahaha)

Damn, this bitch, she freaky as hell
She suck the dick, then I make the bitch sing like Adele
Beat up the pussy, I'm talking like DV
Her nigga might see me and put me in jail
Bitch, I'm a demon, be ready to shoot up at Jesus
I'm already living in hell
Talk out his top and we ringing his bell
Talk out his top and we ringing his—

I'm off a Perc', I want some lean
She wanted Gucci, I bought her Celine
I'm smoking purp
I let the bitch hit the blunt, had her think about what she just seen
I feel like Diddy, my pockets on puff
Have a bitch call me daddy, then flee from the scene
These niggas— you get what I mean
Brand-new— and it came with a beam