GET MONEY BROS. lyrics

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[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Lil Boat
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Burn his ass out like a skillet (Woo)
All that sh*t talking online gon' and kill it (Woo)
Throw them legs up and I promise I'll drill it (Woo)
Whip wasn't high enough, I told 'em lift it
Check wasn't high enough, I told 'em lift it (Woo)
Bought bro a Rollie 'cause my brother gifted
That pus*y pretty but I still gotta sniff it
Whole team got chains on, I call that certificate (Uh, ooh)
Where your money lil' n*gga?
Wearin' 10 chains don't make your diamonds bigger (No)
Look at my ring, that's a 80
f*ck up V Live when I'm bored wit' Lil Baby
Born in '97 my b*tch from the '80s (Woo)
She drive a young n*gga crazy

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
I'm from Detroit between Evergreen and Southfield Road (We come up off the freeway)
Money long as 6 Mile, f*ck n*gga, but you know I'm so Joy Road (Joy Road)
sh*t I seen in my hood made me the type to sneak into awards with my pole (Brra, brra)
Three million, I got that in cash, 400K, got that in gold (Got that in gold)
Crib came with a sauna (Crib came with the sauna)
Beam came on the MAC (Beam came on the bow!)
200 miles a hour (Skrr skrr), this a Hellcat not a Scat (Skrr skrr)
We ain't cosignin' no rats, talkin' to the cops only time these n*ggas state facts (Only time these n*ggas state facts)
Leave a n*gga brains in his lap, he was driving, chopper put him in the back (Brra)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
We the young n*ggas gettin' money, yeah
Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah
n*ggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah
VVS diamonds so stunnin', yeah (Bling)
A b*tch n*gga mad, well, so? (So?, Yeah, ayy)
We the f*ckin' get money bros (Get money)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Gotta get guap, gotta get it
Used to ride 'round baggin' hoes in a Civic
Now I pick and choose, I'm super specific
Shawty slurp nut like a Blueberry Mistic (Ew)
Uhh, watch where you steppin'
Bang what you bang, n*gga, rep what you reppin'
Don't you dare ever dap me with yo' left hand
Respect my pimpin', I'm ballin' like I'm Pippen

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
My Uber actin' so janky right now, bro come pick yo b*tch up (My sh*t ain't workin')
You pull up on tip, I'ma headshot you, then gotta pick yo sh*t up (Boom, boom)
My diamonds so white, I was whippin' the dope, almost got it mixed up (Skrr skrr)
I shaved off my firin' pin, it was one shot, now it got the hiccups (B-Boom, boom, boom)

[Chrous: Lil Yachty]
We the young n*ggas gettin' money, yeah
Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah
n*ggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah
VVS diamonds so stunnin', yeah
A b*tch n*gga mad, well, so? (Huh, yeah, ayy)
We the f*ckin' get money bros
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