Birdman
Birdman - I Get Money lyrics
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[T-Pain - Chorus] Hey heh, hey heh I'm gettin' money on the streets Hey You n-ggas don't know how to eat Hey Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh I turn a diamond to a dollar If you know how to hustle n-gga holla Hey Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh I do it how I does it I get it from my cousin And you know who I am Homie it don't really matter what you say Say eh, say eh, say eh Bitch I'm gettin money [Birdman] We the business Coming through shining Blew a couple of hundreds Big timing all the time, n-gga been stuntin Pearl white Maybach, n-gga spent a mill Bugatti for 2, on the hill Shining with my strap in my right pocket Hundred thousand a day on that sky rocket From round the block doing this shit round the clock Million dollar n-gga doing this sh-t non-stop Swagged out, big dogging on a private flight Popping bottles, celebrating living life Blowing big, freelander down? YMCMB n-gga, rich gang [T-Pain - Chorus] [Mack Maine] Ugh, big dawg shit n-gga I'm on my feet like dog shit n-gga Tell em hatin' n-ggas miss me with that hatin' shit And tell them bitches, my dick got a waiting list I ain't trippin n-gga I'm just taking trips Put the money on the trampoline and make it flip Young Mack, stupid Mack? I just bought a coupe, the roof is translucent Pockets on etc, Money talk bullsh-t, walk like George Jefferson Virgins they aint f-cking with us Young Money Cash Money F-ck them other n-ggas [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] If I aint getting money, than I'm getting p-ssy I don't play with you p-ssies get a silver bullet I know you looking so how I look I don't f-ck with n-ggas, call me George Bush It's Tunechi baby, the money man The money talks, now I understand That chopper make a n-gga do the running man I would take a girl and turn her p-ssy to a punching bag I'mma stunt my ass off, bitch that's word to Stunna man School these bitch ass n-ggas, you are undergrad The World is in my hand, smack the shit out you with my other hand Young Money, Cash Money, welcome to Wonderland [Chorus]