Get Money (Take Money) By Pouya & Boobie Lootaveli
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ya dig?
*** fame, pick the MAC up, let it mash up
Snubnose in the club, don’t make me act up (Don’t make me act up)
Stupid ass *** make no sense
I be gettin’ money off both ends, pick yo’ bags up (Pick them bags)
Make sure you park in reverse
Somethin’ like me what a bad *** prefer
I been sayin’, “Mothafuck 12” since pre-birth
If you owe me, it is nowhere to hide on this green Earth
Get money-money, take money-money, yeah
I be countin’ five, ten, twenty hunnid, yeah
My ho thick, big hunny-bunny, yeah
Sippin’ juice cups, big muddy buddy, yeah
Get money-money, take money-money, yeah
I be countin’ five, ten, twenty hunnid, yeah
My ho thick, big hunny-bunny, yeah (Yuh, ayy)
Sippin’ juice cups, big muddy buddy, yeah (Yuh, ayy, yuh)
Yuh, I don’t wanna take no picture with these rappers
I don’t wanna touch yo’ *** if yo’ *** is below the average
Don’t make me pull the Ratchet, make me turn into a savage
Took a minute to get it, now I have it (Now)
You still whip [?], what’s the matter with these rappers? See your pattern
Fuckboys and clout hoes, the game can’t get no sadder
Leave me to myself and my wealth, hang me from a Gucci belt
Blow the .45 and let my brains splat
Cellphone calls from my cousin sittin’ in a cell
Cops wanted me to snitch, ***, I told ’em, “Go to Hell”
Post office into sendin’ packs, mothafuck the mail
*** mad I’m on the road so she got a ***’ cell
Step into the spotlight, walk a mile in my life and act like
You know how to act right around these rubber bands (***)
Don’t you leave yo’ crib without yo’ *** inside yo’ hand
None of my homies got a CC [?], who you think is postin’ bail?
Get money-money, take money-money, yeah
I be countin’ five, ten, twenty hunnid, yeah
My ho thick, big hunny-bunny, yeah
Sippin’ juice cups, big muddy buddy, yeah
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