Get Ya Money

Lyrics

[Chorus: Fabolous] Get ya money money, fuck them broke niggas Get ya money money, fuck them broke bitches Get ya money money, get ya money [Verse 1: Fabolous] Now I be riding through [?] shooter I find a nigga that can spot up and pull like a hooper recruiter Then I sit him on a stoop with a Ruger 'Cause I'm [?] watch the spot like [?] I got a one two, a super [?] For them niggas that's disturbing the peace, like the group who with Luda And I just met the connect, [?] So I'm probably looking as high as [?] Shorty say I'm cute, but in the coupe I be cutеr Explain, she gives me brain, likе she Superhead tooter On another note, she like Betty Crock with ready rock Get pounds of that shit, that smell like sweaty socks But I do my share, chopping and bagging Stopping and dragging, popping the mag in Ain't gotta see to believe, just stop and imagine I'm [?] swagging, popping them tags and [Chorus: Fabolous] Get ya money money, fuck them broke niggas Get ya money money, fuck them broke bitches Get ya money money, get ya money [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] The motto that I live by, be funk or die These bitch niggas keep hating, [?] broke and die They having fights with the money, and they look like they losing All these bitches Team Philthy, it look like they choosing Forgi's on my foreign, yeah, it look like I'm cruising They stealing my swag, man, I should get to suing They wasn't rocking Truey, wasn't in the Louie Red bottoms on, got them calling my phone Like how much did you spend? Broke nigga, come again [?] for them M's, then I made [?] come again That was twice in one night, reed-up in one night I was moving that work, white like a T-shirt Flexin on my Instagram, I know it gotta hurt 'Cause you ain't good in your hood, and I'm still on my terf Posted like a stopsign, can't a nigga stop mine 300,000 [?] a nigga can't block my shine Nigga, it's Philthy [Chorus: Fabolous] Get ya money money, fuck them broke niggas Get ya money money, fuck them broke bitches Get ya money money, get ya money [Verse 3: Smugla] I'm fish scale dreaming, having tripple beam nightmares [?] pulling off some kush in my timeshare I'm blowing money fast, nigga, like I don't care I got the blocks [?] even when I'm not there Every month, a hundred thousand or more I can get a bird from [?] I been with the shit, bruh since 94 And back then, I was 10, with a 25 [?] In a magazine, now I'm pulling through the block Brand new Benz, sitting behind [?] About to scoop up sneaks from the 9 block On the poster with the murder burners and the 9 Glock Where I'm from, police don't come until the gunplay stops Where them slugs land, that's where the body drops Used to be [?], now he fucking with the cops When I see him, I'ma catch hiss ass, and fill him up with shots Get ya money, nigga [Chorus: Fabolous] Get ya money money, fuck them broke niggas Get ya money money, fuck them broke bitches Get ya money money, get ya money