Got Money lyrics

[Intro]
And I f*ck with these n*ggas
Jim Jonsin, Bigg D

[Chorus]
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money

[Verse 1]
Y'all ain't let me, n*gga, I'll Deebo up my way in this b*tch
And I'ma thug it till I die, f*ck that other sh*t
If I get killed, n*gga, bury me in the projects
334 [?] Court, where I was raised at
n*gga, [?] 4-5, Lee County representer
'Cause I got money, don't mean I won't rob one of you pus*y n*ggas
'Cause a lot of you f*ck n*ggas wanna see me go broke
If that happen, I'm just gon' rob full time, bro
'Cause I'm surviving in a city where most n*ggas can't
And on the real, I'm gon' make it, the rest of you pussies ain't
You ain't never seen a young n*gga get this much respect
That's why I hang wherever the f*ck I wanna hang at
And I ain't worrying about you n*ggas 'cause I got bond money
So all the sh*t y'all n*ggas talking 'bout, I ain't stunting
And bruh just dropped 60 G's on me, it ain't no secret
I turned around and gave that 60 to the Cuban people
[Chorus]
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money

[Verse 2]
I look better in a Chevy, I don't want a Benz
Plus I need something with a little room to put them K's in
'Cause y'all listening to a n*gga that the streets made
I'm giving it to you gutter, n*gga, I don't know no other way
And n*ggas in prison say my name all over the compound
And n*ggas betting their whole commissary on Plies
I'ma be the first n*gga to blow and bond all my n*ggas out
And when I bond them out, I'm getting all of them their dope house
I'm one of few n*ggas that had money before I got in the music game
And I'm a celebrity in the hood, n*gga, with ghetto fame
You feel you know a n*gga rawer than me? Well, put up 36
And for you lames who don't know, n*gga, that's a whole brick
And if you ain't got it like that, then put up a pack, b*tch
And I'll match your pack, pus*y n*gga, with 36
[Interlude]
Yeah, y'all n*ggas got me all the way out of here, n*gga
Slip-n-Slide Records
f*ck you, n*gga

[Chorus]
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money
b*tch, you're looking at a young n*gga that got money
And this is what it look like, pus*y n*gga, to have money

[Outro]
Y'all f*ck n*ggas thought I was dead, n*gga?
Like I told y'all n*ggas, boy
Every time y'all n*ggas see me, I'm slamming it
And for y'all n*ggas that don't know what "slamming it" means, n*gga
That's spending cash, n*gga
Ay, and y'all n*ggas can't figure out if it's dope money or rap money
And that's a beautiful thing
Y'all f*ck n*ggas tell them crackers that, old pus*y ass n*gga