Get this Money (feat. Buick B) (Explicit)

Get this money!

Fa shoo

My homie they took his life from him

This shit ugly, oh yeaaa

We gon get this money

Fa shoo

My homie they took his life from him

This shit ugly, oh yeaaa

Got a duffel bag

I brought it all for the strippers

Got the bitches in the section

They just the spoils for the victor

I'm in the corner when I touchdown

And I was going in like victor

Plug was outta town

Buick, we going to Buena Vista

Tryna fan the fires

And had to watch the flames flicker

If they pull us over

They check the tires and the transmission

I'm dosing off the Hova

Am I tired or the Zans kicked in?

Why you want to joe us?

Y'all niggas wired and soundbitten

I'm feeling like Jehovah

Cuz I went higher and transcended

I got it out the kitchen

I used the fryer

The pan sticking

I'm cooking off the bake

I came with grease

My fiends skipping

Dealt with different ratios

I'm called the clean chemist

My nigga rock will show you God

I swear the team different

Fifty shots is grown size

But the laser beam infant

I'll shower you with love

Just as long as it's green business

Circle full of thugs

And I'm going to make sure that we

We got get this money

Fa shoo

My homie they took his life from him

This shit ugly, oh yeaaa

We gon' get this money

Fa shoo

My homie they took his life from him

This shit ugly oh yeaaa

We gon' get this money

Add it up

We gone get rich

Mark my words like I'm tatted up

The best pussy don't come from

Chicks wit the fattest butts

We suitable for this rap shit

I just grabbed a tux

Roll up the woods

Keep the cabinet shut

U ain't have to bluff

Bro we have to trust

Since this rapping stuff

I've been snappin', uh

Too much cappin'

I be crackin' up

We all had it ruff

My kids bad as fuck

Another trap to bust

I'm boxed in

UPS package us

The game lackin' us

Buick Kapernuck

These my folks

Put your ratchet up

But niggas actin' up

I got a grin on me

These is bars

And with this penmanship

It's why they depend on me

Against the odds

It's gone be a breeze

We gon' win my G

The world tell me that I ain't great

But Lord, can I be?

Niggaz is poor

And we can't afford a memory

Cuz they all fucked up ones

That I can't still believe

Be water

Cuz anything from the dirt it can succeed

We gon' get this money

Fa shoo

My homie they took his life from him

This shit ugly, oh yeaaa

We gon' get this money

Fa shoo

My homie they took his life from him

This shit ugly, oh yeaaa

We gon' get this money

Fa shoo

My homie they took his life from him

This shit ugly, oh yeaaa

We gon' get this money

Fa shoo

My homie they took his life from him

This shit ugly, oh yeaaa