Gots To Get Money

[Intro: K-Young] When I was young coming up watching gangsters serving them fiends on the corner They always had the baddest bitches, fly new whips, tuckin' burners I wanna be a baller, baller I wanna roll up in a 645 Hundred thousand in the trunk even if I gotta die for it Woahhhh, all my niggas ride with me Woahhhh, just smoke the weed [Hook: K-Young] Woahhhh, ride on a nigga like It's K-Young, Horseshoe put the speakers like Inglewood to the LBC, everybody know about me This that good shit that you bump in your ride, turn your speakers up Lay your seats back and get into the vibe The kush is in my system feeling so high But no matter how high I get, I never forget to count my chips Woahhhh [Verse 1: Kenny Siegel] My cliques as thick as my bottom bitch, some hate on the prosperous So I guess you could say we got medals for our accomplishments I'm sharp as katana tips, as fresh as some kind of mint Spray the Gabbana, it compliments the flavor like condiments Money, money, money, that's what we talk Wanna throw your two-cents in but that's cheap talk Me and my team is finna eat 'til we fed Us not gettin' cheese is baloney, we fiends for the bread See I'm grown, but young enough to make yo' sweet niece scream Record it with no PG scenes and play it on your TV screen Whole team, weakling, hold me, please seek OCD clean [Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] I don't watch what I say and I don't take shit back, no recallin' Niggas get me ball for talkin' beef often I'll never go broke, I rob y'all to keep all of my strap keeps ringin' cause my nigga keeps callin' So I ride-ah-ah-ow for the bread 'til I die-ah-ah-ow I gots to get money So if you don't talk money or talk funny I'm not bilingual nigga, I talks money [Hook: K-Young] [Verse 3: Julius Luciano] Y'all can read Hustler magazine but my fam wrote the hustle book A few chapters from my brother Mad and brother Crook It's in my genes to get guap I'm a big shot like my big Glock that's in my jeans too Success is when preparation meets opportunity Us niggas ain't got reparations so I refuse to be Broke, we on the money hunt I throw a stack in the sky to symbolize get your money up I know the biz, I'm so business savvy I'm the real McCoy, no diss to Travie I know you hate our progress I kill you with my music, stick you with a sharp object [Verse 4: Demetrius Capone] We make figures like Clay, where the cash is I only speak money, I talk cash shit I'm cut from a gettin' money cloth, cashmere Tell the cashier go and bring the cash here This COB walkin' in the street music Flyin' in first class, I'm pre-schoolin' When he movin' through the Beach, new Evisus Louis V shoes and a jeep, now I'm beach cruisin' [Hook: K-Young]