Young Dolph, 2 Chainz - Go Get the Money lyrics
Tauheed Epps
[Young Dolph, 2 Chainz - Go Get the Money lyrics]
It’s like every day I wake up
I got one thing and one thing only on my mind
Go get the money nigga
I just stuffed 3 grams of
Killer in my swisher
Then dipped that motherfucker in
A pint of Act your bitch mad at me ‘cause
I never call her back
Y’all can keep chasin’ them hoes
I’ma keep chasing that sack
Still at the trap selling onions
The fuck is you doing nigga?
Go get some money
Just sent 60 P’s out of town
I’m with two foreign sexy Mexican girls and I
Got them rolling up out the pound
Yeah I’m all about my Benjamins
What’s poppin’? What’s crackin’? 300
Thou’ in all jackets
On the floor in my trap house
Bought a Benz just to trap out
Crazy ass niggas follow me from my show
He jumped out at the light
With them straps out
My fingers itching, I’m money hungry
100 rounds in my tommy gun
Only thing that we like to do
Is sell dope and shoot pistols
Where I'm from
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money
Go get the money, ay, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money nigga
Go get the moola bust your medula
Trap out the Uber shoutout my jeweler
Shoutout my shooter
Sellin’ the Hooters (chicken)
Make it exclusive belt came with that Medusa
Pockets on Rasputia
Pinky ring might seduce ya
Me and Big bought our first OZ together
Plug just said I can come and get whatever
When she start choosing I be I can hit her
My nina ross like to sing
And my chopper spit acapellas
Just a young man with too many vices
Riding around
Serving pounds with suspended license
They saying money talk
You must got bad advice
Just to make a sack I had to make a sacrifice
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money
Go get the money, ay, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money nigga
I got one thing and one thing only on my mind
Go get the money nigga
I just stuffed 3 grams of
Killer in my swisher
Then dipped that motherfucker in
A pint of Act your bitch mad at me ‘cause
I never call her back
Y’all can keep chasin’ them hoes
I’ma keep chasing that sack
Still at the trap selling onions
The fuck is you doing nigga?
Go get some money
Just sent 60 P’s out of town
I’m with two foreign sexy Mexican girls and I
Got them rolling up out the pound
Yeah I’m all about my Benjamins
What’s poppin’? What’s crackin’? 300
Thou’ in all jackets
On the floor in my trap house
Bought a Benz just to trap out
Crazy ass niggas follow me from my show
He jumped out at the light
With them straps out
My fingers itching, I’m money hungry
100 rounds in my tommy gun
Only thing that we like to do
Is sell dope and shoot pistols
Where I'm from
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money
Go get the money, ay, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money nigga
Go get the moola bust your medula
Trap out the Uber shoutout my jeweler
Shoutout my shooter
Sellin’ the Hooters (chicken)
Make it exclusive belt came with that Medusa
Pockets on Rasputia
Pinky ring might seduce ya
Me and Big bought our first OZ together
Plug just said I can come and get whatever
When she start choosing I be I can hit her
My nina ross like to sing
And my chopper spit acapellas
Just a young man with too many vices
Riding around
Serving pounds with suspended license
They saying money talk
You must got bad advice
Just to make a sack I had to make a sacrifice
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Ain’t none’ to talk about my nigga
Just go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money
Go get the money, ay, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money, go get the money
Go get the money nigga