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Gotta Get The Money
Ms. Sancha, Royal T, Big Capone
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I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, gotta, gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, gotta, gotta get the money
I got my mind on my feddy, ah
I'm a boss lady hustler reppin' LPG
I'm scoping out the ballers dumb enough to come around
And flash their cash around me
And the jewelry, platinum chain
It's a shame how they make it so damn easy
Their minds start to flip when I start talking sleazy
Rob 'em blind every time, believe me
Flash that pussy, I got 'em hooked
Next thing you know, they've been took
They get mad and they wanna ride, no doubt
But they never choose the suicide route
With Low Pro behind me
They know they're getting shot up if they come try to find me
So look at it this way
I taught your bitch ass a lesson, the least you could do is pay
I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, gotta, gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, gotta, gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
Now suckas burn every day
And you might be next if you try to flash cash for sex
I need some new 22's on my Lex'
Do you feel the .22 in your chest?
Do what I say or I'm gonna start dumping
Only real motherfuckers get humping (Ah)
This kinda shit makes me wet
So I skirt out, throwing up my set
Head back to the LPG hideout
Show these fools what I'm all about
I break bread, that's got 'em all worked up
Now I'm fucking like we're breaking the bed
Bald pussy, bald head
A broke baller, enough said
A little hustle, a little gunplay
A lot of fucking, today was a good day
I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, gotta, gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, gotta, gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
Gotta make the cash, gotta make the feddy, ah
Low Pro always ahead of ya
On the streets, on the block
Serving these haters with a fully loaded Glock
Pop, pop, feel the shots
Low Pro, we can't be stopped
Call your homies, call the cops
You the type just to get a little rock
You's a snitch, you's a bitch
Pick up homie, leave 'em in a ditch
Yo, give me the cash before fame
Respect on the block
My only homie is my Glock, you get shot, why not?
See, I gotta get the cash, gotta get the money
I'm that old school G living, I drink bloody
Keep the six-four original, drop with the switch
I leave the chrome .26 on the Escalade, bitch
I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, gotta, gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, gotta, gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, gotta, gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash, gotta, gotta get the money
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