Get Money

Lyrics

Uh…yeah Uh…yeah Uh…yeah Uh…yeah Verse One: Peep the tale of the criminal mind state unstable The hand that rocks the cradle Groove gone turn it fatal There's no fable or Pulp Fiction Ready and willin' to extend the clips commence to rippin' Ass whippin' the boss is colossal Turning mother fuckers to fossil leave you fucked like a brothel Sicker than the sickest spit the wickedness bout to fix it Bag it up and pitch it, proceeds I get it Cash rules so I smash fools like mixed martial The Art Of War's upon you I though that I should warn you Before I adorn you with the platinum noose Groove gone hang em high and leave your body as proof You can't fuck wit it I possess the moxie you niggas try and copy But your ink couldn't duplicate the hard body Cuhz I'm crazy, rowdy, insane About to pimp the game for the fortune and the fame It's the lone wolf, lone star, do dirt by my lonesome If I pull them canons parallel then I toast em If they open up the gates of hell then I close em If they want beef then I roast em Approach the danger sippin' potion stoic's my emotion Play the game with a poker face hand upon my scrotum Crim da la Crim strike the deuce as I pursue Them paperbacks my contract's come due I get money nigga Hook: Get money get money get money (what) 8x Verse two: I won't stop till them decimals increase pockets obese It's feeding time nigga let's eat I get rabid for the cabbage lead the league in batting average If getting money's crazy then I'm stricken with the madness, can't stop the habit Run rackets and push packets Extacy and breathe traffic whip appeal is straight magic Mathematics, rubber band man like TIP Ready to D.I.E counting the money baby Mafioso masterminding the scheme That shatter dreams each and every time the 44 scream Keep it business never personal Every ebb and flow is about the dough Anything less is unacceptable I can't explain why the hunger pain remains Even though I'm top of the food chain Even though I copped the .6 Range it's strange How I tear that ass out the frame for the currency gain Cause the domain to blow they would rather go Cobain Than stand toe to toe with the Criminal Gang No mercy ever evident no evidence is present Just whispers in the air that that Groove nigga get it Just arms being bared by the boss so expect it I keep em running scared so accept it My movement's eclectic symbolized by the big face dollar signs Stack stand taller than Shack the city is mine Hook: Get money get money get money (what) 8x