Lyrics




Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
I gotta get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
I gotta get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man, goddamn it, I'm the man
Got money, got power, I don't wait, shit, always got a plan
Mama and my papa told me get out, don't come back again
'Til I come back with our mule and our fuckin' land
Now everyday we in that kitchen, got
Tunnel vision, getting money, division
We ballin', yeah, want the finer things
Walk at the mall with designer names
Pick it, all I smoke is OG
T-Ro, that's my OG
We be chiefing, high up in the stars
They told me that we kill 'em with the bars
But they don't want it, they can't handle 'em
I break every limb, yeah, I damage 'em
Then finish 'em off, I dismantle 'em
Sing the eulogy in front they fam and 'em
Then back to this bread, I get it proper
She asked for a slice, I told her nada
I ain't got no kids, I ain't no papa
Girl, I give you dick and tell you "bye-bye"
He got it, she got it, we got it, we get the mula
Ain't shit you can do about it
How 'bout that new 6?
My baby, she hop out the new 'Rari
He want it, she want it, they want it
But they all late, we already on it
On God, my team fresh to death like we straight out the coma, yeah
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
I gotta get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
I pull up, hop out, get poppin', I get to the money
I'm so fresh, baby, ah-ah, you can't take that from me
The whip I hop out look like some space future shit
The trees I stuff in, this leaf is some exclusive shit
She saw that light on my neck
Grabbed her chest like she was losing her breath
Better check on her, she might have a cardiac arrest
Girl, watch when I'm coming with next
I know it suck but life ain't fair
It's been that way since I got here
I switched the odds up and bet on me
Broke was only temporarily
We get it, unzip it, re-flip it, distribute
And wait for the fiends to come get it
More patients than a clinic, check in every minute
I run the block like it's scrimmage
Fuck that, I'm dashin', them blue and red lights flashin'
Don't trust the law, they be spazzin'
Wrong reaction, your ass in a casket
I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these hoes
The only thing don't lie is figures, boy
We out here chasing the dough
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
I gotta get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
Chillin' with my niggas on the block
We duck cops
Tinted windows, don't stop
Bitch, you know we don't stop
Get money, get money
Get money, get money
Paper, cash, fetti, fetti, guap
Hustle don't stop



Writer(s): Dennis Coles, Vince Staples, Adrian Younge Copyright: Sony/atv Allegro, Linear Labs, Mcf Consulting Inc


dappa - The Paper Chase
Album The Paper Chase
date of release
10-07-2023



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