Go Get The Money

Текст песни Money Man - Go Get The Money

Yeah
Go get that money, don't stop
Go get that money, don't stop
Go get that money, don't stop
Let's go

I'm in the spot, it's just me and the hitters
I'm spendin' quality time with the killers
This bitch a fully, I altered the trigger (get the bag, King Wonka)
I took my bitch to a Miami villa

Lil' mama feel safe 'cause she fuckin' a shotter
I don't understand shit but a motherfuckin' comma
He call me that stupid, shit, he ain't Don Dada
Ain't tellin' on gang, I ain't takin' no profit
When you come in my crib, bitch, you better come proper

Robbers know 'bout me, they ain't takin' nada
We'll go to war with you niggas likе Gaza
Just dropped the ten pack, thе whatchamacallit
My lil' hood bitch gon' top me while rockin' a bonnet

I might kick in the door in a fresh pair of Lanvins
I just gave out two pieces for market and branding
Custom Day-Date, now that bitch on Antarctica
I'm with three hoes and we turned to Auria

These niggas hoes, they be actin' like trannies
In New York with that sack like I'm Saquon and Danny
Shoutout my scammer, he straight from Uganda
Fuckin' a ten and she came from Rwanda

I'm a big bird off of spendin' a fifty
Got so many shooters, they'll wipe out a city
He can't do a pushup, I cannot respect him
They know Money don't need bodyguards to protect him

Shadow System, it got the light beam combination
Hop out on the bullshit, I like confrontation
On a PJ, I'm finna go fly up to Ashley
Havin' zeros for days, in that money I'm baskin'

I stay at the Carlton, I'm feelin' real rich
Got a shotgun like Dak 'cause they tryna come blitz
I'm the big homie, you best be respectful
Lost a whole hundred ball, that shit neglectful

Yeah
Go get that money, don't stop
Go get that money, don't stop
Go get that money, don't stop
Let's go
Go get that money, don't stop
Go get that money, don't stop
Go get that money, don't stop

My dog got a Glock 26, but he's 21
Book bag stuffed with a honeybun
ARP special, MAC came with a red drum
Snatch a box from the West like I'm Calvin Ridley
Damn, this shit must be fresh 'cause it's very sticky
At the Waldorf, I'm countin' up 150
In the AMG truck goin' 150

Sent a thousand, I bet them hoes gone quickly
Show a milly in cash, now they feelin' shitty
She be throwin' that ass like a pole dancer
Got a sweet tooth, I'm burnin' on Jolly Rancher

Futuristic, I'm trappin' out lucid cars
Gotta plug that bitch up, had to let it charge
They just let my dog free from a homi' charge
Got the new FN stick, this bitch camouflage

Yeah
Go get that money, don't stop
Go get that money, don't stop
Go get that money, don't stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Go get that money, don't stop
Go get that money, don't stop
Go get that money, don't stop