Getcha Money

Lyrics
[Intro] Whoo! (4x) Run your bands up Getcha money, young nigga Run your bands up Getcha money, young nigga [Hook] (2x) Trapping is essential, I got money on my mental Got them bricks tucked in the rental, got no time for incidentals Run your bands up Getcha money, young nigga Run your bands up Getcha money, young nigga [Verse 1] I been trapping like a bitch, nigga I'm down with the shit, nigga Run up on me wrong, you can get banana split, nigga I'm from Zone 6, nigga Yeah I fucked your bitch, nigga Thousand dollar kicks, nigga Yeah I bust them bricks, nigga Standing in the kitchen and you know I'm cooking fish, nigga Finna get some money while you looking like a bitch, nigga Polo, don't do Hilfiger Hit your baby momma with the dill pickle Working with the bag, boy I'm playing with the check Posted in the trap with a brand new 'Vette OG gas sent in from the west 17 shots named Smith & Wess' Drinking up the oil like a nigga from Texas You ain't no killer, you just shooting niggas texts's Always pussy, nigga I ain't ever flexing Sucker nigga still don't get no message 'Til the crime scene get real real messy Nigga, fuck nigga gon' wind up missing On a T-shirt, folks crying like bitches Sucker nigga shouldn't have been chasing them riches Sitting 'round talking like y'all some hoes! Knew y'all fuck niggas raised like bitches Young Juiceman, I'm straight up official Quick to shoot a rock like my name Derrick Fisher Hundred pack of mid just sent the nigga a picture Four 36, boy you know I got to flip 'em [Hook] (2x) Trapping is essential, I got money on my mental Got them bricks tucked in the rental, got no time for incidentals Run your bands up Getcha money, young nigga Run your bands up Getcha money, young nigga [Verse 2] I got money on my mental, I spent 10 racks on my dental Man you know I got them birds when you see me riding rental 36 zips in a all white Jeep 20 whole thousand, just sell a nigga a split Posted in the trap selling [?] tight [?] Headlock the street, got the game vice gripped Glock 27 with the index grip [?] Gun, nigga come get dripped Banana with the monkey but a nigga don't slip Pull up to the club and my rims lipstick Had [?] baby momma, bitch want the dick All this ice, looking like a light switch Hundred thousand dollars, spent it on my right wrist Came from the valley but a nigga sell fish Bomb like cable cause I got customers around this bitch like Dish Blake Griffin in the pot, plug like Chris Paul, boy he threw an assist! Now I'm standing in the kitchen playing with the chicken, young Juiceman work his wrist! Then I "Skrrt, skrrt" in the pot, "Skkrt, skrrt" in the pot, Juiceman cooking bricks! Zatarrain's (3x) Young Juiceman cooking fish! Now I'm posted at the Texaco with a big bomb, Young Juiceman tryna get rich! Watching for the pigs, watching for the robbers but the Juiceman ain't no bitch! Working with a 30, bomb in the bushes right beside the stick! [Hook] (2x) Trapping is essential, I got money on my mental Got them bricks tucked in the rental, got no time for incidentals Run your bands up Getcha money, young nigga Run your bands up Getcha money, young nigga
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Credits
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- OJ da Juiceman