Get Money Lyrics

[Intro: 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?

[Chorus: Melvoni]
Get money, f*ck 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

[Verse 1: Melvoni]
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 (Prrah-pah-pah)
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)

[Chorus: Melvoni & DDG]
Get money, f*ck 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)

[Verse 2: DDG]
I'm a big dog, I be callin' them shots
Stack all the money and stunt on my opps
All of my haters, they want what I got
I'm in the city, I'm totin' a Glock (Pew)
I got some aim, I know what I shot (Pew, pew, pew)
Niggas be lame, you really a bot
Fresh in the game, I'm just gettin' hot (Hot)
Woo (Hot), woo (Hot), woo (Hot), 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 [?] in the Wraith
Smokin' on ZaZa and it stank
All these niggas wanna be me, but they can't

[Chorus: Melvoni & DDG]
I get money, f*ck 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

[Verse 3: Tyla Yaweh]
Money (Money), money (Woah)
Look at my bank account and see all these zeros
That shit is funny, ayy, funny, wait
I'm servin' these racks in the back, ayy
I stay on a mission, I get it, I live it (Huh)
She f*ckin' and suckin' for status (Status)
We shit and we ball like a maverick (Maverick)
You dissin' [?]
I went at the stock 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 chase [?]
They flippin' and finessin', this shit be the way

[Chorus: Melvoni]
Get money, f*ck 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 (Cha-ching)
Get money, f*ck hoes (Cha-ching)
Get money, smoke dope (Cha-ching)
Get money, new clothes (Cha-ching)
Get money, wrist froze (Cha-ching)
Get money, bust guns (Cha-ching)
Get money, don't run (Cha-ching)
Get money, all blues (Cha-ching)
Get money, no ones (Cha-ching)

[Outro: Melvoni]
Cha-ching
Cha-ching
Cha-ching
Cha-ching
Hahaha

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