Get Money (feat. Thug Misses, Silk-E & Deffa Heffa) - DAP DIDIT RECORDS HILLCO RECORDS

Yeah Wheezy outta here Got nothing but hundreds on my membrane (Hundreds on my membrane) I can't be broke, I might go insane I whip that Rolls up with that Mulsanne Swear it won't stop, we on the money train Went overseas, I had a foreign exchange I'm smoking trees, California strain (California strain) Two tennis necklace, these ain't PF Chang's (PF Chang's) 16 foreign cars, I ain't nothin but 26 (26) They snatched me up, I said I was innocent (innocent) Fuck them cops tryna take my slime in (slime in) Seven black whips, you don't know what I'm slidin' in (slidin' in) My money way taller than my ceilings, yeah (ceilings, yeah) Old school Murcielago ain't come from Craigslist (Craigslist) Brand new Aventador, I chopped the head off (head off) 20 new tennis chains, Elliante (Elliante) Pull up, perfect ten, 'bout my pesos (pesos) Gotta stay gassed up like Valero (Valero) Oh oh nah nah nah nah big talk red hoe (red hoe) And she do whatever when I say so (say so, oh) Pay the judge off to get the case closed (case closed) Yeah, got nothing but hundreds on my membrane (Hundreds on my membrane) I can't be broke I might go insane (I might go insane) I whip that Rolls up with that Mulsanne (I whip that Rolls up with that Mulsanne) Swear it won't stop we on the money train (We on the money train) Went overseas I had a foreign exchange (I had a foreign exchange) I'm smokin' trees, California strain (California strain) Two tennis necklace these ain't PF Chang's (PF Chang's) No surfboard, these nigga ride our wave I put the hood on my shoulder blade (the hood on my shoulder) Yves Saint Laurent, lil bitch you know we paid (Yves Saint Laurent, YSL) Bought some more icing, don't need no more cake I popped a perc, it healed my headache (I popped a perc, it healed my headache) 2-door Rolls Royce, still got leg space (2-door Rolls Royce, this bitch got leg space) Show no remorse, we killing everything (Show no remorse, we killing everything) SlimeLife came with that FreeBandz Gang (SlimeLife came with that FreeBandz Gang) Yeah, got nothing but hundreds on my membrane (On my membrane) I can't be broke, I might go insane (I might go insane) I whip that Rolls up with that Mulsanne (I whip that Rolls up with that Mulsanne) Swear it won't stop, we on the money train (On the money train) Went overseas, I had a foreign exchange (I had a foreign exchange) I'm smokin' trees, California strain (California strain) Two tennis necklace these ain't PF Chang's (These ain't PF Chang's)

Godzilla's still alive! God! Damn a lot of niggas done changed on me (Damn they done changed on me) Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben Frank on me I don't know why niggas hate on me I gotta move differently, I got a case on me I got 'em hirin' private investigators on me Sittin' right outside the crib tryna stake on me Hol' up, wait on it Mmmmm that's a Porsche Cayman Hol' up watch me pull it out the horse stable I remember when we couldn't afford cable That's when I knew I had to put in more labor Niggas tryna take me out my vibe, dawg God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive, dawg Still I'm on my way to the top, dawg Shout out Punch, Isaiah Rashad, and K. Dot, dawg Shit we doin' not regular Like Hendrix say, we don't do regular I'm a beast, I'm a predator I kill, I murk, I slay, et cetera, et cetera I'll cop any gun and kill for my daughter I'll go Rambo for real for my daughter 2015 I made two mil' for my daughter Now these pussy ass niggas tryna steal from my daughter What the fuck? Post Trap Soul gettin' back to it No, nigga, this ain't no trap music Soul, rhythm, blues with a slap to it Watch how young Pen Griffey put his bat to it What is niggas on? Man they trippin' They want me to put 'em on, that's my mission Niggas in a rush, niggas don't listen I'm still tryna get mine, that's it and done You was tryna get it, weren't ya? You was tryna run it through the ceilin', weren't ya? Blue hundreds in your pocket, lean in your kidney Whenever I'm your master ain't no fuckin' limits All the foreigns came new, ain't no fuckin' limit (skrrrt) Play with me, I'll have a massacre in every city I might drive to DC and fuck with Meek Milly (Meek) Take a nigga order, I want a chicken Philly (Chicken Philly) Take a nigga bitch, I wanna fuck her titty (fuck that bitch) Speakin' too fast, that's that past tense (sorry, bae) My bitch jewelry wet, cost a Patek She so annoyin', keep askin' for some napkins, (woo!) Wipe them bitches up, put 'em in a cup Shake it then taste it, that's it Ayy, we got plenty bucks, order what you want (order that) I'm a cash cow, I'm just cashin' (woo!) I think they put a camera in my pool But it's on the inside, goddamn, 12 nasty (they did) I used to be like Jay Z and ride factories 'Til I found out that you gotta put on Davis (shoes) They scopin' out my house from a cabin (woo!) I pissed out the window and start laughin' (ha!) The inside of my spot carry water (ha!) They should change the street name it cactus (damn!) I'm the same Thugger that'll order ten rooms in your town And don't sleep in none them bitches, uh We just fuckin' thots and gettin' freaky all in them bitches, ahh Niggas so mad that they can't leak none of these pictures, ahh She so bad sometimes I want her features, uh (woo!) All the shit you do old like beepers, uh (woo, woo) All the shit you do old, I see you (I see you) Even all these Crips don't wanna be you (wanna be you, be you, be you) Oh yeah Still tryna get mine Still tryna get mine I'm still tryna get mine Still tryna get mine I'm still tryna get mine They schemin' on me They still tryna get mine Oh they still tryna get mine, oh Ayy, ayy, yeah Yeah, oh no Yeah, still tryna get mine Said they still tryna get mine, yeah