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Lil' Wayne
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The Hustla
The Ross family
Infamous
You already know
Easy MB
Holla at me
Pistol danglin'
Blunt hangin', pistol showin', ice showers
Back pocket full of white houses
I adapt to the tummy of the beast, it's nothin'
Nigga, don't worry 'bout me, get money
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Cause slow money is better than no money
But I make that fast cash, I'm no dummy
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Cause slow money is better than no money
I think being broke is a joke and you so funny
I know money don't grow on trees, I'm no dummy
But I grow trees and get money, I sold 20's
I get kush, sour, purple, and dro money
And I still get that E pill and yayo money
They say mo' money, mo' problems
But homie, I'mma just deal with the problems and get mo' money
I rap and I buy gats with show money
And push cats wig to the side like the old Gumby's
I'm hungry and I'm trying to fill up my whole tummy
It's a wrap like a mummy, you cats got no money
Now I can make it rain, hail, and snow money
But the way my ice shine, it'll still look so sunny
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Cause slow money is better than no money
But I make that fast cash, I'm no dummy
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Cause slow money is better than no money
I think being broke is a joke and you so funny
Yeah, yeah, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder man
Heard I'm disturbin', in hurry, alert the worried
I'm workin' that Eddie Murphy, that's that raw and I serve it
Two weeks in the game, I got a car and a murder
Yeah, my heart in a burner, my burner in my firm grip
But I straighten everything out, I let that perm sit
Shout to them Hollygrove niggas on that hood shit
Know your nigga got it on lock like a full fist
Back of the head with the back of the Glock
Leave him in the back of the building, back to the block
Yeah, we on the clock and the money is callin'
I hear my name over the shots and I'm respondin'
Wayne, where are you? I'm comin' for you
And I'm on the road to riches, bitch, go pluck marbles
And I know the bread stale and the milk is spoiled
But if we don't eat, we won't see tomorrow
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Cause slow money is better than no money
But I make that fast cash, I'm no dummy
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Cause slow money is better than no money
I think being broke is a joke and you so funny
I'm the hustla, gettin' paper my occupation
When I was broke, I sold coke to the population
I'm thorough, so your girl on my cock, but stop the hatin'
Cause now for nathan, I think I popped, if I'm not mistaken
Yo, when your next album droppin'? Sorry I got you waitin'
Oh, you cookin' up? Yup, I'm a chef but don't rock the apron
Do you believe in the Lord? Sure, but I'm hot as Satan
Everything I'm makin' is hot, I can't stop creatin'
And my Mercedes do look crazy in navy blue
The roof, glass, and the rims was born in '82
That mean they 26, I'm on some get money shit
You on some bummy shit, your money on some funny shit
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Cause slow money is better than no money
But I make that fast cash, I'm no dummy
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Get mo' money, get, get mo' money
Cause slow money is better than no money
I think being broke is a joke and you so funny
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