Gwop lyrics

by

2Pac


Intro (G.I.Fleezy)
Yeah (323) Well connected man, Mr. Go Get It at its finest
Talking about money in the bank man (Got to have it man)
Gwops on the pavement. Oh you don't even understand this hustle man. Hustle hand real strong around here. I need all my cheese. 2007 man. Acc*mulating interest, talking about residuals
IF WE GONE GET IT GOT THAT MONEY IN THE BANK

Verse 1 (Inno Thakid)
Good Day!
Tell a n*gga how you doing little mama
You got a cute face and a whole lot of
Ass in the back of them pants, so I really got to ask
Is Osama your father?
You got the bomb, got me looking at it long, and I'm drawn to the charm on the back of that thong
Where in the song am I gonna get you gone to where you want to take it off and have nothing on?
Am I going to have to get you blown like Snoop?
Or talking dirty on the phone like Luke?
Or should we take a little trip up in the whip while I have you tripping and sipping on Patron in the coupe?
I want to get a little throwed with you, maybe puff a little bit of dro with you
Why you saying that you don't want to when the both of us know you do?
And I already know, your guy ain't coming close
To my level of dough, even if he tries, he's straight no-go
See we living it and he can't, we're authentic mami, he ain't
So, if we gone get it got that money in the bank!

Chorus (G-Wiz)
Get Money, Get Paid
Get your money, get paid
Throw a gwop up on the pavement
Hell right, what you say
If you gone get it, got that money in the bank

Get Money, Get Paid
Get your money, get paid
Throw a gwop up on the pavement
Hell right, what you say
If you gone get it, got that money in the bank

Verse 2 (G-Wiz)
Ball out until I fall out we got models by the dozens
Solo, Inno, Dub I.Z. finna C.U.T. three kissing cousins
Got that money in the bank, but I keep some cash on me
Feel that meat roll in my pocket, shawty put your ass on me
Got that donkey on your back, I'm finna sit my glass on it
And I know shes a pro from the floor to the pole used to f*ck with one of my homies
No tipping when I hit you, keep doing that trick, I treat you well, hoe
Spending, never mention what daddy sells but keep me having dough
G-h-e- double t-o, celebrity about my fetti yall
Rule number one in the game, you got to crawl before you stand tall
Stress, yeah a little bit, stack a whole lot of
Keep that money in the bank like throat babies when b*tches swallow... Eeeeew

Chorus (G-Wiz)
Get Money, Get Paid
Get your money, get paid
Throw a gwop up on the pavement
Hell right, what you say
If you gone get it, got that money in the bank

Get Money, Get Paid
Get your money, get paid
Throw a gwop up on the pavement
Hell right, what you say
If you gone get it, got that money in the bank

Verse 3 (Inno Thakid)
You pulling up on dubs? That's cool!
I'm pulling up to the club in a Bugatti Veyron
Getting hated on because I left a couple n*ggas ladies like oooh!
Stepping up in the spot, checking for the mamis looking hot
Trying to get a roni that reminded me of Ronnie when she got up into Pandora's box
We major like Yay and them, dusting haters like Jay and Tim
They say I'm shady with the pen but ain't take me to Dre and Slim
I be playing the game for keeps, got to give it to a n*gga that's on his feet
How can I not have heat, when I got Ben Franklin on the beat?
Want to get up with the homie? Got to get up with me
Want to get a little gully, we can take it to the streets
Want to talk about the money, he and I, BMI, or A-S-C-A-P
So, we're living it day to day, we authentic baby he ain't
So, if we gone get it, got that money in the bank

Chorus (G-Wiz)
Get Money, Get Paid
Get your money, get paid
Throw a gwop up on the pavement
Hell right, what you say
If you gone get it, got that money in the bank

Get Money, Get Paid
Get your money, get paid
Throw a gwop up on the pavement
Hell right, what you say
If you gone get it, got that money in the bank

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