(ProHoeZak music) Get your a- off TikTok, doin' that nasty dance B-, get my money (uh) Get up, get your a- off IG (IG), all in the camera all day B- get my money, b- get my money (uh) Get it good now Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Turn that s- off and shake your a- (woo) Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Get my money, b- make it fast Break bread or fake dead and kill it back All greens, by all means, we into that Front, back, run it up, now run it back For a repost, cuz, I need a hundred racks Top dollar, hip-hop, the Impala No bark, all bite, Rottweiler Test him out, stressed him out, no Popped him out and stretched him out, oh (get it good now) Time keeps slippin' These b- in my DM but I can't pay attention They wishin' and itchin', a message to you b- If you really wanna shine, get up off that timeline TikTokin' with no money in your pocket On the 'Gram all day, girl, stop it I'm tryna get you some game, you lame You b- love doin' somethin' strange for a little change Get your a- off TikTok, doin' that nasty dance B- get my money (uh) Get up, get your a- off IG (IG), all in the camera all day B- get my money, b- get my money (uh) Get it good now Turn that shit off and move your a- (uh) Turn that s- off and shake your a- (woo) Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Get my money, b- make it fast Na-na-na-na-na-na, I f- your baby mama (what up, though?) Nevermind that, find that correct angle He's a square b- I'm a rectangle Don't be a stranger to danger, my anger ranges Filter to filter, your face is changin' As strange as it is I keep makin', you keep shakin' (get it good now) Rollin' through, you're scrollin' through your phone Thirsty trap, you thirsty rat, you're wrong First to clap, I snatch your purse and gone Knick knack patty wack, take that b- home The way that she dance, I'm gon' take that b- home Show her my zone then I make that b- moan This how we dance when we hear this song Don't take your phone, you won't be here that long Get your a- off TikTok, doin' that nasty dance B- get my money (uh) Get up, get your ass off IG (IG) all in the camera all day B- get my money, b- get my money (uh) Get it good now Turn that shit off and move your a- (uh) Turn that s- off and shake your a- (woo) Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Get my money, b- make it fast Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Turn that s- off and shake your a- (woo) Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Get my money, b- make it fast Make that money, don't let it make you If you hustle like Dogg and you get it times two Def Jam Records, n- thought you knew Make that money, don't let it make you If you hustle like Dogg and you get it times two Def Jam Records, n- thought you knew (get it good now)

Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play Let's get this straight off top Bitch get wit it And roll up, roll up Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it And roll up, roll up Isaiah 54:17, no weapon formed against me shall prosper I got a whole team of angels guarding me from all the danger And keep that .357 under my seat for all the haters Prattlin', one of the last rap niggas snappin' Niggas playin' sleep, I'm St. Nick with the package Blessed with the gift and only 3 Stacks can match me Light years ahead of you niggas, another galaxy Boi keep the club packed to capacity Hands in the air, bitches make it clap for me Automatically, the DJ bring it back for me And drop a bomb on it with the horns Globally adored For sure put Atlanta on the board and I'll be runnin' up the score No etiquette like Belichick and Brady on you hoes See, now teamwork make the dream work, that's how it goes Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play Let's get this straight off top Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it And roll up, roll up Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it And roll up, roll up Gotta keep the money coming on time (Money) Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Paper) Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up Blowing on strong all day Shawty keep looking this way (Say what?) She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it And roll up, rol up First thing she seen when I fell through A little bit of talk but I walks with a clear view Dynamic, organic, Iceberg Slim selling trim on the Titanic Underwater wit' it, let me show you how to do it to the fullest I'm the hardest, I'm the realest, I'm the dopest, I'm the coolest While I'm doing, while I'm doing, check it out And I ain't gotta have a motherfucking record out I'm just a West Coast player, say 'fee fi fo' Long Beach nigga with that Eastside flow Dipped in the sauce, 'imp with the limp I'm a pimp and a boss, let me show you how to get it off Keep a blue flag to the left of me And shoot my shit with trajectory Big money, big cars, big toys making big noise Holla at 'em Big Boi Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play Let's get this straight off top Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it And roll up, roll up Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it And roll up, roll up Gotta keep the money coming on time (Money, money) Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Get it, get it) Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up Blowing on strong all day Shawty keep looking this way (What she looking at?) She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it And roll up, roll up I'm true to it, had a yellow Cadillac And I sold my blue Buick Spend a lot of money but I'll never blow through it Never blew through it Only thing I blow through is pussy, I'm never pushy In my youth I used to lock it but I don't (I love her) Like that, because I'm married and I won't (do nothing) Split that pie up, no more, it's gone Since Thanksgiving, I split it four ways, it's wrong Wrong all for my kids and my family First generation Patton clan, bitch, get at me I's the pappy, the papi and the father The only Maury I rock with are gators or harder Crocs, I'm sharper than your Sharper Image In your catalog, nigga, eat your spinach Or your leafy greens, long BB team We don't see no seeds, it's straight bud like they're roses Now it's a few rules to the game if you really wanna play Let's get this straight off top Bitch get wit it, bitch get wit it And roll up, roll up Can't talk about it, be about it, we gon' have to see about it Yeah, and get wit it, get wit it (You gots to get wit this shit, man) And roll up, roll up (It's real pimpin', man) Gotta keep the money coming on time (We gettin' money) Need to go ahead and get your mind right (Straight pimpin') Recognize it's pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up (Recognize when it's in your face, you little bitch) Blowing on strong all day (Yes, sir) Shawty keep looking this way (You dig) She recognize the pimpin' and she gon' get wit it (And roll up) Say man, she got to choose up, man I thought you thought, man Bitch been looking at me all motherfucking night Yeah, get in where you fit in Hahahaha

[Snoop] I'm in Junior High with a C+ grade At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade I to school from my moms apartment I got to tell these niggas everyday don't shit Cause where I'm at if you soft you lost And to stay on course, you got to roll with force My homeboy Dogg is chilling in a Benz In front of his building witht the rest of his friends I give him a pound no I mean I shake his hand He's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man I go upstairs, I hug my mother I kiss my sister and I punch my brother I sit down on the bed to watch some t.v. [Gun Shots] Do my ears decieve me No That's the fourth time this week Four young brothers got shot in the street The very next day while I'm off to class My momma go to work cold bustin' her ass My sisters cute but shes got no gear I got three pair of pants and with my brother I share So there in school I made a fool With one and a half pair of pants, you aint cool Cause there's no dollars for nothing else I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf Now everyday I see my momma struggling So now its time I got to do something I look for work I get dissed like a jerk I do odd jobs And come home like a slob So here comes Dogg his gold is shivery He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery I do it once I do it twice And now there's stake with the beans and rice My mothers nervous but she knows the deal My sisters gear now has sex appeal My brothers my partner and were getting paper And three months later the whole hood cought the vapors My family's happy and everything is new Now tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do [Chours] Doggz Gonna Get Ya x4 [Mac Talking] Ay yo yo Check this out Snoop All these niggas always talking about "They looove this" And niggas got looove for you Or nigga I looove this ride or this chin around my neck nigga You niggas dont know what the fuck love really mean Nigga you cant buy love at no corner store nigga Love aint got no price tag Snoop I want you to kick this shit to them niggas [Snoop] Hmm Money is flowing everything is fine I bought my self and Uzi and my brother a nine Business is booming everyhing is cool I pull about a G a week, fuck school A year passed by and I began to grow Not in height but juice and cash flow I kick up my feet to watch some t.v. Cause now I got other people working for me I got a 55" television you know And every once in a while I hear "Just say no" Or the other commercial I love That's when they say this is you brain on drugs I pick up the remote control and just turn Cause with this bullshit I'm not concerned Me and my brother bounced in the Benz We driving around our territory again I pull up at the light like a superstar An automatic weapon cold sprayed my car I hit the accellerater scared as shit I drove one block to find my brother was hit He wasnt dead but the blood was pouring And all I could think about was Warren Later I found it was Dogg and his crew Now tell mw what the fuck am I suppose to do [Chours]x8 [Mac Talking] Yeah so now you see what I'm talkin bout nigga You see what that love shit do ya This nigga said he had love nigga and this nigga done shot yo brother So what the fuck you gone do now [Snoop] My brother s out of it but I'm still in it On top of that I'm in it to win it I cant believe that Dogg would dis me That faggot that punk he soft or sissy I driving around with three of my guys The war is on and I'm on the rise We rolled right up to Dogg's favorite hang out What's cracking Dogg and let the bullets stang out Someone shot back so we took cover And all i could about was my brother Dogg jumped up and began to run Bustin shots hopping to hit someone So I just stopped and let off three shot Two hit that nigga and one hit a cop I threw down the gun and began to shout "Ay y'all all lets break out got 'em dip out Now as I left there goes the boys in blue They pointin they guns at my four man crew They shot down one, they shot down two Now tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do [Chours] x8 [Snoop Talking] Ya see the moral of the story is this Love is a motherfucka And Doggs is a motherfucka You mix the two up you bound to get some drama Loves gonna get ya Naw nigga Doggz gonna get ya you ever try to play me and thats real Thats real Thats real

I wake up lonely in the morning and it feels so good Smokin' on some shit that you wish you could Jealousy, envy, please don't feel bad This weed iz mine, get your own bag A sack full of OG under lock and key None for the homies, this is all for me I got a blunt lookin' like a jelly palm tree Police roll by, I got nothin' on me 'Cause the smoke's already in the air I'm loped up with two braids in my hair All star with the khaki suit I'mma fuck around and take it back to classy suite On the East Side standin' on the DIP Back then my only weed was E-Y-E You so PYT and you're lookin' so fine I'm sorry, baby-girl, but tonight This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine Get back to the episode, sacks full of honey Out of this world This is church music, listen to the choir To burn my kush, you must use fire D-O double G like never heard before Smokin' that bomb like TAC-4 West Coast worldwide, sea shore to sea shore When's the last time you seen the G in the G4 (What?) Don't worry, I'll wait Time's tickin', I'm trippin', I'm slippin', I'll wait Into the zone where these whores on my dog bone A dog whistle and they download my ring tone And she's so hypnotized by this pimp's poem What I got here is mine, go and get your own I put beats to rhymes, get peace of mind OZ's to dimes and this weed iz mine This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine I hear niggers talkin' 'bout what they rollin' up Smell what I smoke 'fore the bag open up Good chance if you see me down smokin' one License to get a fundamental load of shit Real nigger, blow a reefer, I is old enough If I'm in a building, it's hard not to notice it Hit a really sad dog, I got some whores to fuck I'mma fall through with the ounce shit Don't trip, bitch, we go all set, load a whole zip Let you hit mine, plus you supplyin' your own little bit My nigger get high and let the whores twist Say you don't fuck with how you rolled it They ain't smokin' like us I'm rollin' up haters, they be burnin' for hours And if it's found I'm smokin' the whole thing inside This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine This weed iz mine You can't have it This weed iz mine I got a roll for you, do you wanna smoke with me? I wanna smoke with you, do you wanna smoke with me? (I wanna smoke with you) I got a roll for you, do you wanna smoke with me? (I got a roll for you, if you wanna smoke) I wanna smoke with you, do you, do you (Oh yeah, do you?) Do you wanna smoke with me? (I said I wanna smoke with you) Do you wanna smoke with me? (I wanna smoke with you) This weed iz mine This weed Hi you beautiful big butt bitch Mary know unless me and her forget Inlets swam lil buddy I dont want to bet its planned like summerslam Wrestlemania Lol plan the weed has first class prediction Projected too stick on walls it grows in ground know how did It happen must be gods plan Got the game twisted even when I'm chubby look like the son of sam One hundred trips to Japan one hundred days Fast on money dipping stick into alba in honey What u want me to hit bummy I ain't bummed out Dont out in hale storms reform like gale She ain't walking slow like shell She will make it happen for a sea shell I want to see that pearl no smell unless u Mary well Ur not so jump on a cot cotton in cotton Fruit be out for u its looming Strewn all around the fame I see myself Above me like some fucked off streamers Can't help but think I'm in the show Breaking bad now i feel glad still bald Mr clean sold as methods how not to get dirty oh he seems sturdy