Shy Glizzy, Rick Ross - Get Money lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Shy Glizzy, Rick Ross - Get Money lyrics]
GG, lil bitch, 30, 30
Yeah, how the fuck you winning
Now you niggas look crummy
Ask me where I been? Nigga
I been getting money
Walkin' through the storm
I knew my days would get sunny
If I don't do shit, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
What the fuck is up? Keep
A pistol in the tuck sipping on that cup
That shit kick you in the butt
Might get a fiancée
But my bitch ain't in a rush
Shout out Eliantte
Know my neck and wrist is bust
Baby this is Prada
Yeah she do it for the dolla
Girl where you get that ass from?
She get it from her mom
These niggas talking that ra ra shit
But they don't want no drama
We pulling up with hollow tips
I put that on my mama
He fucking all the hoes
He be putting on them clothes
He rock the Gucci loafers when
He cooking on the stove
A lotta, lotta smoke, if you don't want it
Hold your nose ten piece with the blue
Cheese, that's a bankroll, oh
How the fuck you winning
Now you niggas look crummy
Ask me where I been? Nigga
I been getting money
Walkin' through the storm
I knew my days would get sunny
If I don't do shit, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
Brand new black Ferrari fat boy
Known to pop a clutch
Bought another Rollie, Presidential is a must
By the way that bottle
Belaire only one I touch
Any nigga got a problem got
A hot boy that'll bust
Half the market now the problem
Kilo by the crate
C-Notes in the safe, cause C notes on my face
Indicted, I'ma fight it
Like I'm Micheal Tyson lawyer custom model
That's a couple car notes
Homie doing fed time after 10 it's bedtime
Snitchin' and you red line
Dig a ditch and lay around
Never wanted to play around
Pussy boy don't make a sound
Swishers in the wave cap
Get money still in style
How the fuck you winning
Now you niggas look crummy
Ask me where I been? Nigga
I been getting money
Walkin' through the storm
I knew my days would get sunny
If I don't do shit, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
Yeah, how the fuck you winning
Now you niggas look crummy
Ask me where I been? Nigga
I been getting money
Walkin' through the storm
I knew my days would get sunny
If I don't do shit, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
What the fuck is up? Keep
A pistol in the tuck sipping on that cup
That shit kick you in the butt
Might get a fiancée
But my bitch ain't in a rush
Shout out Eliantte
Know my neck and wrist is bust
Baby this is Prada
Yeah she do it for the dolla
Girl where you get that ass from?
She get it from her mom
These niggas talking that ra ra shit
But they don't want no drama
We pulling up with hollow tips
I put that on my mama
He fucking all the hoes
He be putting on them clothes
He rock the Gucci loafers when
He cooking on the stove
A lotta, lotta smoke, if you don't want it
Hold your nose ten piece with the blue
Cheese, that's a bankroll, oh
How the fuck you winning
Now you niggas look crummy
Ask me where I been? Nigga
I been getting money
Walkin' through the storm
I knew my days would get sunny
If I don't do shit, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
Brand new black Ferrari fat boy
Known to pop a clutch
Bought another Rollie, Presidential is a must
By the way that bottle
Belaire only one I touch
Any nigga got a problem got
A hot boy that'll bust
Half the market now the problem
Kilo by the crate
C-Notes in the safe, cause C notes on my face
Indicted, I'ma fight it
Like I'm Micheal Tyson lawyer custom model
That's a couple car notes
Homie doing fed time after 10 it's bedtime
Snitchin' and you red line
Dig a ditch and lay around
Never wanted to play around
Pussy boy don't make a sound
Swishers in the wave cap
Get money still in style
How the fuck you winning
Now you niggas look crummy
Ask me where I been? Nigga
I been getting money
Walkin' through the storm
I knew my days would get sunny
If I don't do shit, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money