Gotta Get the Money

Lyrics

[Chorus] I gotta get the cash I gotta get the money I gotta get the cash Gotta gotta get the money I gotta get the cash I gotta get the money I gotta get the cash Gotta gotta get the money [Verse 1: Ms. Sancha] I got my mind on my feria I'm a boss lady, hustler, reppin' LPG I'm scopin' out the ballers dumb enough to come around And flash their cash around me And the jewelry, platinum chain It's a shame how they make it so damn easy Their minds start to flip when I start talkin' sleazy Rob 'em blind every time, believe me Flash the pussy, I got 'em hooked Next thing you know, they been took They get mad and they wanna ride, no doubt But they never choose the suicide route With Low Pro behind me They know they're gettin' shot up if they come try to find me So look at it this way: I taught your bitch ass a lesson, the least you could do is pay [Chorus] I gotta get the cash I gotta get the money I gotta get the cash Gotta gotta get the money The same game, the paper chase A new day, a different face I gotta get the cash I gotta get the money I gotta get the cash Gotta gotta get the money The same game, the paper chase A new day, a different face [Verse 2: Ms. Sancha] I suck his bone everyday, and you might be next If you try to flash cash for sex I need some new 22s on my Lex Do you feel the .22 in your chest? Do what I say or I'm gonna start dumpin' Only real motherfuckers get humpin' This kinda shit makes me wet So I skrrt out throwing up my set Head back to the LPG hideout Show these fools what I'm all about I break bread that's got 'em all worked up Now we're fuckin' like we're breaking the bed Bald pussy, bald head A broke baller, enough said A little hustle, a little gunplay A lotta fuckin' - today was a good day! [Chorus] I gotta get the cash I gotta get the money I gotta get the cash Gotta gotta get the money The same game, the paper chase A new day, a different face I gotta get the cash I gotta get the money I gotta get the cash Gotta gotta get the money The same game, the paper chase A new day, a different face [Verse 3: Royal T] Gotta make the cash, gotta make the feria Low Pro always ahead of ya On the streets, on the block Serving these haters with a fully loaded Glock Pop pop, feel the shots Low Pro, we can't be stopped Call your homies, call the cops You the type just to get a little ? Youse a snitch, youse a bitch Big Capone, leave 'em in a ditch [Verse 4: Big Capone] Gimme the cash before fame Respect on the block My only homie is my Glock You get shot why not See I gotta get the cash, gotta get the money I'm that old school G leavin' Andre bloody Keep the '64 original, drop with the switch I leave the chrome 26 on the Escalade, bitch [Chorus] I gotta get the cash I gotta get the money I gotta get the cash Gotta gotta get the money The same game, the paper chase A new day, a different face I gotta get the cash I gotta get the money I gotta get the cash Gotta gotta get the money The same game, the paper chase A new day, a different face