I Get Money lyrics

by

Gudda Gudda


[Chorus: T-Pain]
Hey heh, hey heh
I’m gettin’ money on the streets
Hey
You n*ggas don’t know how to eat
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I turn a dime into a dollar
If you know how to hustle n*gga holla
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I do it how I does it
I get it from my cousin
I'm buzzin
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
And you know who I am
Neighborhood dealer man
Understand
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
Homie it don’t really matter what you say
Say eh, say eh, say eh
b*tch I’m gettin money

[Verse 1: Birdman]
We the business
Coming through shining
Blew a couple of hundreds
Big Tyming all the time, n*gga been stuntin
Pearl white Maybach, n*gga spent a mill
Bugatti for 2, on the hill
Shining with my strap in my right pocket
Hundred thousand a day on that sky rocket
From round the block doing this sh*t round the clock
Million dollar n*gga doing this sh*t non-stop
Swagged out, big dogging on a private flight
Popping bottles, celebrating living life
Blowing big, freelander down the sand
YMCMB n*gga, rich gang
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Hey heh, hey heh
I’m gettin’ money on the streets
Hey
You n*ggas don’t know how to eat
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I turn a dime into a dollar
If you know how to hustle n*gga holla
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I do it how I does it
I get it from my cousin
I'm buzzin
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
And you know who I am
Neighborhood dealer man
Understand
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
Homie it don’t really matter what you say
Say eh, say eh, say eh
b*tch I’m gettin money

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Ugh, big dawg sh*t n*gga
I’m on my feet like dog sh*t n*gga
Tell em hatin’ n*ggas miss me with that hatin’ sh*t
And tell them b*tches, my di*k got a waiting list
I ain’t trippin n*gga I’m just taking trips
Put the money on the trampoline and make it flip
Young Mack, stupid Macknupid
I just bought a coupe, the roof is translucent
Pockets on etcetera, Money talk bullsh-t, walk like George Jefferson
Virgins they ain't f*cking with us
Young Money Cash Money
f*ck them other n*ggas
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Hey heh, hey heh
I’m gettin’ money on the streets
Hey
You n*ggas don’t know how to eat
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I turn a dime into a dollar
If you know how to hustle n*gga holla
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I do it how I does it
I get it from my cousin
I'm buzzin
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
And you know who I am
Neighborhood dealer man
Understand
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
Homie it don’t really matter what you say
Say eh, say eh, say eh
b*tch I’m gettin money

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
If I ain't getting money, then I’m getting pus*y
I don’t play with you p-ssies get a silver bullet
I know you looking so how I look
I don’t f*ck with n*ggas, call me George Bush
It’s Tunechi baby, the money man
The money talks, now I understand
That chopper make a n*gga do the running man
I would take a girl and turn her pus*y to a punching bag
I’mma stunt my ass off, b*tch thats word to Stunna man
School these b*tch ass n*ggas, you are undergrad
The World is in my hand, smack the sh*t out you with my other hand
Young Money, Cash Money, welcome to Wonderland
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Hey heh, hey heh
I’m gettin’ money on the streets
Hey
You n*ggas don’t know how to eat
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I turn a dime into a dollar
If you know how to hustle n*gga holla
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I do it how I does it
I get it from my cousin
I'm buzzin
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
And you know who I am
Neighborhood dealer man
Understand
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
Homie it don’t really matter what you say
Say eh, say eh, say eh
b*tch I’m gettin money
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