Get Money - Shy Glizzy, Rick Ross

Yeah, how the fuck you winning, now you niggas look crummy

Ask me where I been?

Nigga I been getting money

Walkin' through the storm, I knew my days would get sunny

If I don’t do shit, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money

What the fuck is up?

Keep a pistol in the tuck

Sipping on that cup, that shit kick you in the butt

Might get a fiancée, but my bitch ain’t in a rush

Shout out Eliantte, know my neck and wrist is bust

Baby this is Prada, yeah she do it for the dolla

Girl where you get that ass from?

She get it from her mom

These niggas talking that ra-ra shit but they don’t want no drama

We pulling up with hollow tips, I put that on my mama

He fucking all the hoes, he be putting on them clothes

He rock the Gucci loafers when he cooking on the stove

A lotta, lotta smoke, if you don’t want it, hold your nose

Ten piece with the blue cheese, that’s a bankroll, oh

How the fuck you winning, now you niggas look crummy

Ask me where I been?

Nigga I been getting money

Walkin' through the storm, I knew my days would get sunny

If I don’t do shit, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money

Brand new black Ferrari fat boy known to pop a clutch

Bought another Rollie, Presidential is a must

By the way that bottle, Belaire only one I touch

Any nigga got a problem got a hot boy that’ll bust

Half the market now the problem kilo by the crate

C-Notes in the safe, cause C-notes on my face

Indicted, I’ma fight it, like I’m Micheal Tyson

Lawyer custom model, that’s a couple car notes

Homie doing fed time

After 10 it’s bedtime

Snitchin' and you red line

Dig a ditch and lay around

Never wanted to play around

Pussy boy don’t make a sound

Swishers in the wave cap

Get money still in style

How the fuck you winning, now you niggas look crummy

Ask me where I been?

Nigga I been getting money

Walkin' through the storm, I knew my days would get sunny

If I don’t do shit, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money

I’m a get money, nigga, I’ma get money