Get the money, steady flowin', flowin'
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
Get the money, steady flowin', flowin'
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
Lord, help me to speak my mind when it's time to
Tryna remove the pride and let my rhymes be insightful
They hate it when you talk about spending ya bread
But they love it when you're killing yourself or you're dead
I'm a hustler from Ohio, we movin', we gotta do thangs
Nickel and dimed in college just so I could have some loose change
These niggas always lie when they be dealing with wealth
So they'll never be real with me if they ain't real with themselves
When you speak, I can tell you don't know the half of it
Them songs that you done made, I can tell that you couldn't match the set
So multi-faceted, the skills and attributes I've acquired that you desire
Most people don't even have them yet
Only zeros I know are after numerals
Or the circle you around, them lames and the folks that you would know
And I ain't finna flex just outta nowhere
Though I had salaries 'fore I popped, so be mindful that I can go there
Get the money, steady flowin', flowin'
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
Get the money, steady flowin', flowin'
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
If I blink then I'll be right on the brink of money and power
No sleepin', yo, it's all that I'm thinkin' 24 hours
Times by 365, ain't tryna be 65 and still have student loans and debt
Can't have no peace or retirement but
Don't lose ya grip if they cheatin', lyin' or deflate
Cuz we just tryna create
Before they tryna cremate
Just the stress of a twenty-something-year-old
Cuz "happiness don't come with the money" is something we're told but
What you really finna do when the tap is off
The lights is off
The mic is off
The rent is due
The friends you knew is mental too
The bread stop what you really meant to do
You this close to the edge or the view
Of what you'd be thinking's the ending of you
Telling yourself a medallion's something of valiance what you're pretending to do
Don't place your faith on those material things
Unless you know the type of baggage that material brings
Getting money just depends on the reason you chasing after that
So tell me can you master that?
We done blacked the track
You expensive
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Get the money, steady flowin', flowin'
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
Get the money, steady flowin', flowin'
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
Lord, help me to speak my mind when it's time to
Tryna remove the pride and let my rhymes be insightful
They hate it when you talk about spending ya bread
But they love it when you're killing yourself or you're dead
I'm a hustler from Ohio, we movin', we gotta do thangs
Nickel and dimed in college just so I could have some loose change
These niggas always lie when they be dealing with wealth
So they'll never be real with me if they ain't real with themselves
When you speak, I can tell you don't know the half of it
Them songs that you done made, I can tell that you couldn't match the set
So multi-faceted, the skills and attributes I've acquired that you desire
Most people don't even have them yet
Only zeros I know are after numerals
Or the circle you around, them lames and the folks that you would know
And I ain't finna flex just outta nowhere
Though I had salaries 'fore I popped, so be mindful that I can go there
Get the money, steady flowin', flowin'
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
Get the money, steady flowin', flowin'
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
If I blink then I'll be right on the brink of money and power
No sleepin', yo, it's all that I'm thinkin' 24 hours
Times by 365, ain't tryna be 65 and still have student loans and debt
Can't have no peace or retirement but
Don't lose ya grip if they cheatin', lyin' or deflate
Cuz we just tryna create
Before they tryna cremate
Just the stress of a twenty-something-year-old
Cuz "happiness don't come with the money" is something we're told but
What you really finna do when the tap is off
The lights is off
The mic is off
The rent is due
The friends you knew is mental too
The bread stop what you really meant to do
You this close to the edge or the view
Of what you'd be thinking's the ending of you
Telling yourself a medallion's something of valiance what you're pretending to do
Don't place your faith on those material things
Unless you know the type of baggage that material brings
Getting money just depends on the reason you chasing after that
So tell me can you master that?
We done blacked the track
You expensive
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
Get the money, steady flowin', flowin'
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
Lord, help me to speak my mind when it's time to
Tryna remove the pride and let my rhymes be insightful
They hate it when you talk about spending ya bread
But they love it when you're killing yourself or you're dead
I'm a hustler from Ohio, we movin', we gotta do thangs
Nickel and dimed in college just so I could have some loose change
These niggas always lie when they be dealing with wealth
So they'll never be real with me if they ain't real with themselves
When you speak, I can tell you don't know the half of it
Them songs that you done made, I can tell that you couldn't match the set
So multi-faceted, the skills and attributes I've acquired that you desire
Most people don't even have them yet
Only zeros I know are after numerals
Or the circle you around, them lames and the folks that you would know
And I ain't finna flex just outta nowhere
Though I had salaries 'fore I popped, so be mindful that I can go there
Get the money, steady flowin', flowin'
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
Get the money, steady flowin', flowin'
Get the money, let it roll in, roll in
If I blink then I'll be right on the brink of money and power
No sleepin', yo, it's all that I'm thinkin' 24 hours
Times by 365, ain't tryna be 65 and still have student loans and debt
Can't have no peace or retirement but
Don't lose ya grip if they cheatin', lyin' or deflate
Cuz we just tryna create
Before they tryna cremate
Just the stress of a twenty-something-year-old
Cuz "happiness don't come with the money" is something we're told but
What you really finna do when the tap is off
The lights is off
The mic is off
The rent is due
The friends you knew is mental too
The bread stop what you really meant to do
You this close to the edge or the view
Of what you'd be thinking's the ending of you
Telling yourself a medallion's something of valiance what you're pretending to do
Don't place your faith on those material things
Unless you know the type of baggage that material brings
Getting money just depends on the reason you chasing after that
So tell me can you master that?
We done blacked the track
You expensive
Writer: Andrew-Jon Phommalee
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