Young Thug — Get That Money
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(Dedicate you motherfucker, I get money)
Yeah
Fuck a hater, motherfucker, get that money
Fuck a hater, motherfucker, go get money
Get money, yeah, yeah
Run it up, run it up, get money, get money
I don't run out of ones, throwin' dope, fifty hundreds (Oh yeah)
Fuck the bitch all night (Oh yeah)
Pass her down to my homie (Oh yeah)
Hit from the back of my head 'cause I'm keepin' it on me
I dedicate this one to Franklin
MJ, I dedicate this one to Blanket
As long as you come, I will be waitin'
Whip on the pussy like a puppet
Up, up, up, baby, we can go up, up, up
No, I don't stop, stop, oh
And you, oh, baby, I'm 'bout to
Lookin' out for my baby, ayy, hopin' ride with my baby, ayy
Shoot a guy for my baby, ayy, I'ma die for my baby
I'ma multiply with my baby, I might divide with my baby
I'm so real, I just might Chris out with my baby
Fuck a hater, motherfucker, get that money
Fuck a hater, motherfucker, go get money
Get money, yeah, yeah
Run it up, run it up, get money, get money
I don't run out of ones, throwin' dope, fifty hundreds (Oh yeah)
Fuck the bitch all night (Oh yeah)
Pass her down to my homie (Oh yeah)
Hit from the back of my head 'cause I'm keepin' it on me
Go, go, go, there go that money, chase it, chase it
Go, go, go get it, don't let the feds erase it
Why is the tension high? Shit, they can't take it
Sike, I'm drinkin' Act', lil' bitch, I'm constipated
Tempur-Pedic my bitch booty, bottom of a boat her coochie
Rich Gang apparel, not Coogi, hundred twenty-seven bands on a dually
I'd rather throw bucks at strippers before they shredded
12 Thought I was smokin', I swapped my gas, unleaded
Yeah, pulled my teeth, no tooth fairy
But I got implants, and yeah, they ready
Uh, how come when you sleep, I'm scary?
"I take pay-cations, not vacations," what my mama said
Fuck a hater, motherfucker, get that money
Fuck a hater, motherfucker, go get money
Get money, yeah, yeah
Run it up, run it up, get money, get money
I don't run out of ones, throwin' dope, fifty hundreds (Oh yeah)
Fuck the bitch all night (Oh yeah)
Pass her down to my homie (Oh yeah)
Hit from the back of my head 'cause I'm keepin' it on me