Get the $

Lyrics

Loer Velocity ft. Donnan Links - "Get the $" [Emcee(s): Loer Velocity and Donnan Links] [Producer(s): TNT] [Scratches: Probe DMS (AKA Probe Rok)] [Additional Vocals: [?]] [Verse 1: Loer Velocity] White-collar, around-the-way, life check-to-check Muscles in my hustle trying to get it correct Block-watch cinemas premiere in neglect The streets reflect the artill' and ill effect Scatter. Shortage hood diet direct Seek town Key Food, Associates, and Met I gather—fuck it—pour the Bacardi select It's gon' all be brought back to perspect in a sec We're all in the same hood but fake the fret The U.S. middle-class grants of debt. I know a Lady, full-time assistant pet vet Part-time village-voice ho with no regret My brother five, so impoverishment's a threat That low-budget pussy keep them kids well-kept It's a hustle. Like I said before, we want more, but the Poor only war after retrospect. I'm Forever counting pennies when I recollect. Still My bank account's slim, looking kind of suspect Keeping up with the Joneses, polish my rep Home to more false embellishment than you'd expect The poverty-stricken next-door neighbor contempt That's so and so for all a lover can get, and so The tune plays on like these low-class dames. I'm throwing Chains and a hat to show some respect [Hook: Loer Velocity and Samples with Scratches by Probe DMS (AKA Probe Rok)] [Loer Velocity] It's a poor man's world [Scratches by Probe DMS (AKA Probe Rok)] "Get the money, my nig" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" "You can't knock the hustle" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" "One, two, it don't stop" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" "It's a poor man's world" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" "Living on a budget" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" [Loer Velocity] It's a poor man's world [Scratches by Probe DMS (AKA Probe Rok)] "One, two, it don't stop" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" [Interlude 1: Loer Velocity and Samples with Scratches by Probe DMS (AKA Probe Rok)] [Loer Velocity] It's the same story: day-to-day, 9-to-5, check-to-check, pocket-to-bill. I got it filtered out of my income [Sample with Scratches by Probe DMS (AKA Probe Rok)] "Get the money" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" [Verse 2: Donnan Links] Monday comes with the blink of a eye, like I didn't think my weekend might have to end one day It can't be 4:30 in the morning, so I Start brainstorming for schemes to call in like "I had a freak fire in my building." Better yet "A nauseating feeling with a spinning ceiling," but those Excuses are useless like when I read the old Schedule wrong. No call, no show like "I'm Supposed to be off," but I hit 'em in the head with that Lastly. I lay back down and hit snooze. If I'm Late, I'll just blame it on the train if they ask me But, soon, I got to show my face. And when I Clock in, I'm ultra-tight and it's bad for business Waking up at daybreak at this payrate Could lead to a tragic ending (This is) (The world of lattes, cappuccinos) (Expressos) Tall, Grande, and Gigante I'll scheme leche for lines longer than Medicaid My boss said, "Try smiling." I told him, "Try better Pay. And, every day, some irate customer who I hate and I think just come in to fuck With us 'cause my pay ain't up to what it Gotta be to classify me above poverty Bitch, this ain't how the poor got rich This ain't how you get to sit in Swiss ski lifts." But My landlord need rent, so then I bite my tongue I'm even nice to some while pouring ice in cups I'm all-ears. They talk about their vacation and Real estate, SoHo apartment, their car. Know they're Feeling great—rightfully so. The convo Takes me to a different place. I feel the same as a Slave on a boat off the Ivory Coast, 'cept I'm monetary compensated—so they say For room and board but not enough to save it Or make moves toward leaving the plantation Ten years, you'll be assistant manager—just be patient But I got a better plan to make my day brighter And fold a house or turn the table on the slave driver [Outro: [?] and Loer Velocity] [?]: I know ain't no jobs out here, you know'm saying, but dishwasher and, and, and, and, and, and, and... What'd you call that shit? Hey, what'd you call that shit? You take letters and... Loer Velocity: Messenger [?]: Messenger! I ain't find shit else out here, unless you get side-jobs in construction business Loer Velocity: For real [?]: [?] keep selling drugs, man