Melvoni Feat. DDG & Tyla Yaweh - GET MONEY

Lyrics

You heard?
Ain't gon' lie, I wake up this morning feeling like
Like that nigga, feel me?
I mean, I been that nigga
But now I'm that nigga with money, feel me?
So, we act a lil' different on , you dig?

Get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don't run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones

I step out my crib and I feel like a boss
Diamonds they drippin' 'cause I got the sauce
I thought she left me then I take a loss
I shitted on that bitch, I don't got no remorse
I shit on these niggas every time I drop
I don't play with that boy 'cause he talk to the cops
And I'm still droppin' 4's and I keep a few choppas
If he play, we make sure that lil' nigga get popped (Prrah-pah-pah)
And I'm fresher than Febreeze (Fresher than Febreeze)
I'm gettin' money plus it's clean (Plus it's clean)
Remember that shit was a dream
I remember, now I get this shit with ease (Grrt-grrt, pow)

Get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don't run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones (Yeah)

I'm a big dog, I be callin' them shots
Stack all the money and stunt on my opps
All of my haters, they want what I got
I'm in the city, I'm totin' a Glock (Pew)
I got some aim, I know what I shot (Pew, pew, pew)
Niggas be lame, you really a bot
Fresh in the game, I'm just gettin' hot (Hot)
Woo (Hot), woo (Hot), woo (Hot), okay
I make a hunnid K in a day
I don't want new friends, niggas gay
I only want new bands in the bank
Got a Maybach  in the Wraith
Smokin' on ZaZa and it stank
All these niggas wanna be me, but they can't

I get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don't run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones

Money (Money), money (Woah)
Look at my bank account and see all these zeros
That shit is funny, ayy, funny, wait
I'm servin' these racks in the back, ayy
I stay on a mission, I get it, I live it (Huh)
She fuckin' and suckin' for status (Status)
We shit and we ball like a maverick (Maverick)
You dissin' 
I went at the stock and found me a body
She lovin' the lifestyle, she lovin' , yeah
She lovin' the status, she lovin' the countin', she lovin' the flashes
Always know I'm , little boy, you better stay in your place
All of my hitters, they chase 
They flippin' and finessin', this shit be the way

Get money, fuck hoes
Get money, smoke dope
Get money, new clothes
Get money, wrist froze
Get money, bust guns
Get money, don't run
Get money, all blues
Get money, no ones (Cha-ching)
Get money, fuck hoes (Cha-ching)
Get money, smoke dope (Cha-ching)
Get money, new clothes (Cha-ching)
Get money, wrist froze (Cha-ching)
Get money, bust guns (Cha-ching)
Get money, don't run (Cha-ching)
Get money, all blues (Cha-ching)
Get money, no ones (Cha-ching)

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