Get Ya Money Right lyrics

[Intro]
I don’t know how I be coming up with this sh*t
I ain’t wrote sh*t none of this sh*t I’m just talking from the heart n*gga

[Chorus]
My n*gga’s still going to post up and they ain't going nowhere till they money right
We posted up standing right here ain’t going nowhere
My n*gga’s still going to post up and they ain't going nowhere till they money right
Still working we going to die trapping ain’t going no where
Theese hoes don’t want no broke n*gga’s na na na na
Ain’t f*cking around with no broke n*gga’s na na na na
So my n*gga’s going to post up and stand right here till they money right
All my n*gga’s that’s in the trap still trapping y’all know what it’s like

[Verse 1]
I don’t know about you but I know I’m on my way though
Double cup in the kitchen and in here whipping with this yayo
They hoes be saying I been missing they still going to do what I say though
Tell your baby daddy I got blocks b*tch laker
10 bricks wrapped up in the Winnebago
Watch me make all this sh*t disappear in a day though
Boss I’m so full of f*cking sauce call me prego (roll it)
I just showed banks so many bricks that I didn’t pay for
I just told kidd kidd to come and get it what’s the wait for
And yayo he been with it sh*t the whole New York state know
I didn’t come to play hoe (naw 50 I ain’t playing with these n*gga’s)
No I didn’t come to play hoe I just lift the weight though
I’m praying that this package make it here it’s from the bay though
No n*gga’s still finessing for the chick they selling clay though
10 tapes in 10 months now we still in May though
10 bullets 10 bricks 10 pints on the way hoe let’s go
Now they know
[Chorus]
My n*gga’s still going to post up and they ain't going nowhere till they money right
We posted up standing right here ain’t going nowhere
My n*gga’s still going to post up and they ain't going nowhere till they money right
Still working we going to die trapping ain’t going no where
Theese hoes don’t want no broke n*gga’s na na na na
Ain’t f*cking around with no broke n*gga’s na na na na
So my n*gga’s going to post up and stand right here till they money right
All my n*gga’s that’s in the trap still trapping y’all know what it’s like

[Verse 2]
Y’all know when the dope boys come through and that sh*t be running right
All the b*tches going to do what the n*gga’s getting money like
Ball like it’s the weekend even though this is a Monday night
Tell them n*gga’s I got white and a dirty sprite
And a hundred rounds for n*gga's trying to earn a stripe
I've been posting up for years b*tch I deserve this life
Yeah yeah you serve my old hand yeah yeah we go way back
All this snitches sh*t is new we didn’t play that no no
We didn’t wear that no no we didn’t say that no no
We didn’t care then no no we didn’t pay that aight
We used to share then yeah yeah we didn’t weigh that no no
Back when n*gga's kept the brick's where they stayed at

[Chorus]
My n*gga’s still going to post up and they ain't going nowhere till they money right
We posted up standing right here ain’t going nowhere
My n*gga’s still going to post up and they ain't going nowhere till they money right
Still working we going to die trapping ain’t going no where
Theese hoes don’t want no broke n*gga’s na na na na
Ain’t f*cking around with no broke n*gga’s na na na na
So my n*gga’s going to post up and stand right here till they money right
All my n*gga’s that’s in the trap still trapping y’all know what it’s like
[Outro]
Yeah I’m talking about you know
n*gga’s in the trenches the gutter the ghetto the trap
Whatever ya’ll know it as
Talking about n*gga make it nothing into something
Street n*gga’s you know
It’s the unit man we ain’t never going no where
Get used to us you b*tch you
Street king immortal on the way
50 about to f*ck you n*gga's up out here
Banks cold corner 3 it’s on the way