Lyrics The Get Money Team - 17 Peezy

Yea
Yea
Yea
17
Yea
Aye
Yea
17
Ok
Okay okay
Okay okay
Okay okay
No days off that's perfect attendance
No days off that's perfect attendance
No days offs that's perfect attendance
Big balla I'm ripping in plenty
When I first started
The bleachers we're empty
It's been a min since been to the biddy
Pretty girl make diamonds look pretty
Doing my thing
I'm wit that get money team
High in the sky I'm out on the wing
Shawty say that she luv me
Whatever that mean
Niggas been hating since I pulled up on the scene
Loyal to my squad not switching teams
(Yea)
That's where you don't know me that well
(Yea)
(Yea)
Two controllers I'm way too player
Not saving none of these hoes I'm slay em
(yea)
Two tone drip it's about the detail
Money coming in slow like snail
(Yea)
I buy her what she want
She do whatever I tell ha
(Yea)
Without ma dukes I don't know where I be
I don't want ya luv if ya luv ain't free
I really couldn't promise you noting I couldn't keep
The lochness I lost my heart in the deep
Can't fly you to where I'm at because it be dangerous where I be
Skeleton tunes
Skeleton tunes this be skeleton p

I drop racks so the talk ain't cheap
Insomniac so it be hard to find sleep
Queen show all 32 when I say cheese
I'm dope like ten keys of that
Danielle hoped I didn't make it back
But it always better getting the last laugh
It was already gone
Before you noticed what had
What I thought was the future
Really was the past
That's the cost of living too fast
I'm dope like two keys of that
I'm so fortunate I made it back
I rap bout the struggle because I come from that

I'm betting on us I'm betting the bank
Two tone drip it's about the details
I been like this since we been since we staying on Burbank
Tag team champions and we still got the belt
Follow the leader they watching my steps
Taking to the grave all the secrets I kept
How I made it from all these setbacks
That's how I know god be wishing me well
They do it for clout they do it for rep
I got my brothers back so they'll neva fail
I'm popping my shit and I'm holding my weight
Way too high can't relate to fake
Dropped 17 on the the tape I ate
I'm on the road going state to state
Shooting my shot I'm 8 from 8
I came up I made major play
I can't change up
I learned a lot from the pain
Minding my business
Is what's keeping me paid
That's why I'm always stuck in my ways
The get money team the Lou where we lay

Yea

You already know 1 out of 7 that get money team shit

Ha ha

Yea

Hey Chris what you doing?

Just laying back in the cut
Peeping at this hea homie
Yo pops
Pass me up some cheddar
Some playa haters be throwing
Salt in my game
Grilling me over my gear
When I needs to be mackin style