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Melvoni – GET MONEY Lyrics

GET MONEY Lyrics – Melvoni

You heard?
Ain’t gon’ lie, I wake up this morning feeling like
Like that nigga, feel me?
I mean, I been that nigga
But now I’m that nigga with money, feel me?
So, we act a lil’ different on [?], you dig?

Get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don’t run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones

I step out my crib and I feel like a boss
Diamonds they drippin’ ’cause I got the sauce
I thought she left me then I take a loss
I shitted on that bitch, I don’t got no remorse
I shit on these niggas every time I drop
I don’t play with that boy ’cause he talk to the cops
And I’m still droppin’ 4’s and I keep a few choppas
If he play, we make sure that lil’ nigga get popped
And I’m fresher than Febreeze (Fresher than Febreeze)
I’m gettin’ money plus it’s clean (Plus it’s clean)
Remember that shit was a dream
I remember, now I get this shit with ease (Grrt-grrt, pow)

Get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don’t run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones (Yeah)

I’m a big dog, I be callin’ them shots
Stack all the money and stunt all my opps
All of my haters, they [?] what I got
I’m in the city, I’m totin’ a Glock
I got some aim, I know what I shot
Niggas be lame, ain’t really about it
Fresh in the game, I’m just gettin’ hot
Woo, woo, woo, okay
I make a hunnid K in a day
I don’t want new friends, niggas gay
I only want new bands in the bank
Got a Maybach [?] on the Wraith
Smokin’ on ZaZa and it stank
All these niggas wanna be me, but they can’t

I get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don’t run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones

Money, money, money
Look at my bank account and see all these zeros
That shit is funny, ayy, funny, wait
I’m servin’ these [?] in the back, ayy
I stay on a mission, I get it, I live it
She fuckin’ and suckin’ for status
We shit and we ball like a maverick
You dissin’ [?]
I run at the [?] and found me a body
She lovin’ the lifestyle, she lovin’ [?], yeah
She lovin’ the status, she lovin’ the countin’, she lovin’ the flashes
Always know I’m [?], little boy, you better stay in your place
All of my hitters, they [?]
They flippin’ and finessin’, this shit [?]

Get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don’t run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones (Ching-ching)
Get money, fuck hoes (Ching-ching)
Get money, smoke dope (Ching-ching)
Get money, new clothes (Ching-ching)
Get money, wrist froze (Ching-ching)
Get money, bust guns (Ching-ching)
Get money, don’t run (Ching-ching)
Get money, all blues (Ching-ching)
Get money, no ones (Ching-ching)

Ching-ching
Ching-ching
Ching-ching
Ching-ching
Hahaha

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