Get Money

[Hook:] Get money, get money, get money I told 'em: get money, get money, get money I got 'em: get money, get money, get money I'm goin': get money, get money, get money Hey, I'm ridin' through my city with my rims sittin' high And my top dropped feelin' like a king Hey, I'm ridin' through my city with my rims sittin' high And my top dropped feelin' like a king [Verse 1:] Get money my A, pop rubberbands Fuck what you think, I'm still the man Young Krizzle top dropped, I'm headin' to the top spot I'm swervin' in a boss car, I party like a rock star Rollin' on these sucker motherfuckers that were down on me My bread got bigger, young nigga you should crown me I just touched down in the city of the Queen I ride around town, and I'm feelin' like a king I'm higher than you ever been, I'm higher than you ever be G4, first class, some shit that you could never see Sippin' (?) and bread, as country as I wanna be All this money that I gettin', you'd think the feds was onto me Eyes low, ride slow, 2 miles per hour ho If money ain't your motivation, what the fuck you cryin' for Takin' pictures of me now, but it's all good All my real niggas in the hood I tell 'em [Hook:] [Verse 2:] I belong in the sky with the stars and the moon I was told to get money way before I left the womb If I can pitch it to ya, better believe I'm a goon I'mma be a millionaire way before I'm in a tomb I made a couple power plays, dropped a couple bombs Now my screens hang down, ceiling like Saddam My life just like a movie, and this would be the scene When my father held me up and said my son gonna be a king I'm woodgrain drippin', my paint still flippin' My top got lost, but nah it ain't missin' He ain't never seen it done like this The grill, the chain, the charm, the wrists The car, the clothes, the hoes, the whips The black 24's with the chromed out lids They hatin' on me baby, but yea it's all good Tell all them trap stars that still in the hood I tell 'em [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Hey, I got money in the (?), monkeys on my ass I see the laws, hit the turnin' lane and mash on the gas I swang and I swerve, I do it like none other mayne My leather so-so, I call my top that butter mayne I'm slabbed out down 85, woodgrain grippin' get her to the tele Then I get up in it Certified with this pimpin' Official with my mouthpiece Make it where these niggas in the hood can't doubt me [Hook:]