- Melvoni get money 歌詞
- Tyla Yaweh DDG Melvoni
- You heard?
I aint gon lie, I wake up this morning feeling like
Like that nigga, feel me?
I mean, I been that nigga but now Im that nigga with money, you feel me?
So we act a lil differently on the east side, you dig?
Get money, **** hoes
Get money, smoke ****
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, dont 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 when she left me that I took a loss
I shit on that *****, I dont got no remorse
I shit on these niggas every time I drop
I dont play with that boy cause he talk to the cops
And Im still droppin fools and I keep a few chops
If he play with me, stupid lil nigga get popped ( Prrah-pop-pop)
And Im fresher than Febreeze (Fresher than Febreeze)
Im gettin money, plus its clean (Plus its clean)
Remember that shit was a dream
I remember, now I get this shit with ease (Grrt-grrt, pow)
Get money, **** hoes
Get money, smoke ****
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, dont run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones (Yeah)
Im a big dog, I be callin the shots
Stack all the money and stunt on my opps
All of my haters, they want what I got
Im in the city, Im 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, Im just gettin hot (Hot)
Woo (Hot), woo (Hot), woo (Hot), okay
I make a hunnid K in a day
I dont want new friends, niggas gay
Only want new bands in the bank
Got a Maybach sedan and a Wraith
Smokin on zazas and it stank
All these niggas wanna be me, but they cant
I get money, **** hoes
Get money, smoke ****
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, dont run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones
Money (Money), money (Woah)
Looked at my bank account, seen all the zeros
That shit is funny, ayy, funny, wait
Im savin these racks on the backend
I stay on a mission, I get it, I live it (Huh)
She ****in and suckin for status (Status)
We shoot and we ball like a maverick (Maverick)
You dissin *****, disappear, magic (Magic)
I went out to Stockholm and found me a blondie
Shes lovin the lifestyle, she loved it a lotty (She love it a lot)
Yeah, she lovin the status
She lovin them cameras, she lovin the flashes
Always know watch your back and ride, ayy
Little boy, you better stay in your place
All of my hitters, they chase them a bag
They flippin, finessin, that should be the way
Get money, **** hoes
Get money, smoke ****
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, dont run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones (Cha-ching)
Getmoney, **** hoes (Cha-ching)
Get money, smoke **** (Cha-ching)
Get money, new clothes (Cha-ching)
Get money, wrist froze ( Cha-ching)
Get money, bust guns (Cha-ching)
Get money, dont run (Cha-ching)
Get money, all blues (Cha-ching)
Get money, no ones (Cha-ching)
Cha-ching
Cha-ching
Cha-ching
Cha-ching, hahaha
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