Souls Of Mischief - Get the Girl, Grab the Money and Run lyrics

It go one, two, three
That's the count of the
Amassed amounts of scrilla, house rocked!
We got the killer ties and will
A young lady lookin' sensuous
To socialize, I sensed she was down
So she lies back wit' me
'Cause it's a natural thing, so act quickly
'Cause it's like that, we gon' be

Out! The doe stacked and my pocket relaxed
Calm, collected my scratch and
A girl is attached i snatch women
Make 'em collapse on they
Backside that's right!
When I'm finished, vanish into the night
Like the Caped Crusader
Can't say "Hi" to the trick
Don't appreciate 'em
'cause they just be ridin' the dick

See, we too fly to be whipped
Tellin' these hoes "Step aside!"
Be like "I ain't the one"
But get 'em sprung when I'm erectified
I bet she tried to get my doe, but no!
Now I'm cautious with my cash
'cause my dad told me so (So)
My rhyme will blow your whole foe away
I know the way to freak it
So the hoes know the "A"!

Today's just another day for me to get paid
Invade the stage, and retreat for the shade
Find me a top braid freak to get laid back
But after the masquerade, I got a vast array
Direct from my spectrum to select from
I sex 'em, neglect 'em
Then I'm on the the next one

Yeah! Grab the money and run!
(You got ta) Get the girl
Grab the money and run!
(You got ta) Get the girl
Grab the money and run!
(You got ta) Get the girl, grab the money!

Be dissin' you rappers 'cause I
Think I need to
We chillin', drinkin' 80 proof liters
Make you skeezers say "Ooh! Ahh!"
Let ya know who crew robbed
Don't wanna shoot y'all
Just watch me makin' my loot
Life is best to trife, strife
Is just some side shit, i guess
Confess that my shit is fresh!

We provide hit's to ease your stress
Which coincide with makin' "G's"
So yes, you can say we've been blessed
To all the women that's attractive
Come holla at your folks if
Your tests say 'Nonreactive'
Big Phes, man, come on, attack it
Never leavin' in a cashless state
If I'm out late

Before I gravitate, I'll wait
And see if MC's elaborate on somethin'
They might have to say
But they disarray, I watch 'em cascade
To they last day and they cast away
When they ass decay
A rash display under the gun
Snatch the girl, grab the money and run

When I touch the microphone
It gets flamin' hot
Niggas jumpin' out the woodworks
To claim my spot
I got the game locked down, bound and gagged
These other niggas is magnified
They sound a drag
And a bombin' effect, with the beat select
Makin' women get weak in the kneeeeeees
And jet (Check, please)

Yeah! Grab the money and run!
(You got ta) Get the girl
Grab the money and run!
(You got ta) Get the girl
Grab the money and run!
(You got ta) Get the girl, grab the money!