Money Lyrics

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don't wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain't got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 1]
High as the moon, fly as a kite
She want the pipe but she ain't the type
I love these checks, the money's my wife
Niggas be hatin, but that ain't my life

I go ham on em, ham on em
They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em
They said I put that flame on em, flame on em
They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em

Nooo, same nigga same clique tho
Get brilla, f*ck bitches, takin pics tho
I'm trappin out the bake they don't get it tho
I see a real thick chica I'ma getta tho

They say I'm hella raw, well I'm from stanislaus
They put a roof over my city I'm bout to tear it off
I'm in that first class poppin bottles eatin toast
If you ain't gone follow why you likin all my posts

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don't wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain't got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 2]
Man I'm on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone
The models in my DM say I'm hella on, kill em all
I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds
Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk

If come to a color I be chasin green I put numbers on the board they ain't ever seen
Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork
So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work

At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope
At the age of fourteen I got my first note
At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope
Ray Charles I can't see myself bein broke

I live like erryday my birthday
I really drink champagne when im thirstay
I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness
So fresh I put plug it in outta business

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don't wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain't got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 3]
Sky is the limit, green light they can't stop me
Errybody clones, everything I do they copy
Shoutout to my girl lay, I'm flyin out to LA
Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday

What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play
Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway
I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday
I'm dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don't wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain't got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

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