Logic - Rap and Get Money lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Rap and Get Money lyrics]
Yeah
Hold up now what's up lil bitch?
They call me Logic, I'm up in this bitch
I had to plot as a kid to get rich
I had to plot as a kid to get rich tell em!
Rap and get money rap and get money
Said rap and get money my nigga
Now ain't this shit funny
Don't do it for money don't do it for money
But if it come down to the money
I made like 50 point something
Million last year woo
That's not just a rapper flex
Homie tell me what about you?
I got just got my tax return
To prove that shit like ay
Everybody know that Logic do
That shit like ay
I be quick to put a ugly bitch in her place
Cause a beautiful woman is something to see
And she not defined by her face
Can't fuck with no girl that
Be all on the 'Gram
Tryna post while I'm eatin' spaghetti
Damn, girl, can't you be normal?
I'm famous as fuck, yeah, we get it already
But who give a shit about that
I am a good man, how 'bout that?
No way in hell I'm defined by the stat
Smokin' that pack let me get it back
Let me get up in it, let me hit it like that
If you wanna come and get
It with the RattPack like ayy
I'ma be here forever and a day
I be at the Grammy, party with Jay and B
Oh shit, yeah, that's me chillin' out, NYC
That shit I can't believe i be like
Hold up now what's up lil bitch?
They call me Logic, I'm up in this bitch
I had to plot as a kid to get rich
I had to plot as a kid to get rich tell em!
Rap and get money rap and get money
Said rap and get money my nigga
Now ain't this shit funny
Don't do it for money don't do it for money
But if it come down to the money
I made like 50 point something
Million last year woo
That's not just a rapper flex
Homie tell me what about you?
Yeah I'ma set it off bitch, I'ma let it off
Yeah you know I had to get it off
Then, I'm like, "holy shit
TMZ stalking the boy"
Now that I'm single they flock to the boy
But I got self respect
No, no, no, I cannot fuck with no hoes
I need a beautiful woman who gon' make me
Work before she take off all her clothes
But she could pass me the bop
That I won't stop
Baby girl make that ass drop
I love my beamer but that
New McLaren is staring
At me think I might have to cop
Random thought
Uh, I can't fuck with no random thot
Hold up now what's up lil bitch?
They call me Logic, I'm up in this bitch
I had to plot as a kid to get rich
I had to plot as a kid to get rich tell em!
Rap and get money rap and get money
Said rap and get money my nigga
Now ain't this shit funny
Don't do it for money don't do it for money
But if it come down to the money
I made like 50 point something
Million last year woo
That's not just a rapper flex
Homie tell me what about you?
I got just got my tax return
To prove that shit like ay
Everybody know that Logic do
That shit like ay
I be quick to put a ugly bitch in her place
Cause a beautiful woman is something to see
And she not defined by her face
Can't fuck with no girl that
Be all on the 'Gram
Tryna post while I'm eatin' spaghetti
Damn, girl, can't you be normal?
I'm famous as fuck, yeah, we get it already
But who give a shit about that
I am a good man, how 'bout that?
No way in hell I'm defined by the stat
Smokin' that pack let me get it back
Let me get up in it, let me hit it like that
If you wanna come and get
It with the RattPack like ayy
I'ma be here forever and a day
I be at the Grammy, party with Jay and B
Oh shit, yeah, that's me chillin' out, NYC
That shit I can't believe i be like
Hold up now what's up lil bitch?
They call me Logic, I'm up in this bitch
I had to plot as a kid to get rich
I had to plot as a kid to get rich tell em!
Rap and get money rap and get money
Said rap and get money my nigga
Now ain't this shit funny
Don't do it for money don't do it for money
But if it come down to the money
I made like 50 point something
Million last year woo
That's not just a rapper flex
Homie tell me what about you?
Yeah I'ma set it off bitch, I'ma let it off
Yeah you know I had to get it off
Then, I'm like, "holy shit
TMZ stalking the boy"
Now that I'm single they flock to the boy
But I got self respect
No, no, no, I cannot fuck with no hoes
I need a beautiful woman who gon' make me
Work before she take off all her clothes
But she could pass me the bop
That I won't stop
Baby girl make that ass drop
I love my beamer but that
New McLaren is staring
At me think I might have to cop
Random thought
Uh, I can't fuck with no random thot