I wanna whip it up, whip it up fast
I wanne whip it up!
Tight grip, wanna whip it up
Alright, alright, alright
Gata came for big piles of pennies
Oh my God, may they come in plenty
So Gimme that kaching ching
I want all the bling bling
Man, I put Gold in my lines
Need a bookie
Bet you got a bitch but she be slidin' for nookie
She like the way I make her cookie crumble
And no, I ain't humble
Gata be that rythmitic rumble in your jungle
The reason why you stumblin, strugglin
All i'm feeling is the money coming in
Through the mics I'm killing
Hustle for the honey
Wouldn't hustle for no honey
When I hustle for my money
There's only
Me, myself and my family
I'm tryna make pay through a melody
The perfect remedy for me
Would probably be
The money money money
Tight grip, wanna whip it up
I wanna toss this money like it's seasoning
Tight grip, wanna whip it up
I'm just out here to get it done
I be looking at these fools
Only try to grow their funds
They forget about the style
Man, they got it all wrong
All I hear is the same song
And the same tune
With some autotune
Preaching like they on shroomz
Bros Bros - For My Money (feat. Fred Gata) Lyrics
Bros Bros - For My Money (feat. Fred Gata) Lyrics
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I wanna whip it up, whip it up fast
I wanne whip it up!
Tight grip, wanna whip it up
Alright, alright, alright
Gata came for big piles of pennies
Oh my God, may they come in plenty
So Gimme that kaching ching
I want all the bling bling
Man, I put Gold in my lines
Need a bookie
Bet you got a bitch but she be slidin' for nookie
She like the way I make her cookie crumble
And no, I ain't humble
Gata be that rythmitic rumble in your jungle
The reason why you stumblin, strugglin
All i'm feeling is the money coming in
Through the mics I'm killing
Hustle for the honey
Wouldn't hustle for no honey
When I hustle for my money
There's only
Me, myself and my family
I'm tryna make pay through a melody
The perfect remedy for me
Would probably be
The money money money
Tight grip, wanna whip it up
I wanna toss this money like it's seasoning
Tight grip, wanna whip it up
I'm just out here to get it done
I be looking at these fools
Only try to grow their funds
They forget about the style
Man, they got it all wrong
All I hear is the same song
And the same tune
With some autotune
Preaching like they on shroomz
I wanne whip it up!
Tight grip, wanna whip it up
Alright, alright, alright
Gata came for big piles of pennies
Oh my God, may they come in plenty
So Gimme that kaching ching
I want all the bling bling
Man, I put Gold in my lines
Need a bookie
Bet you got a bitch but she be slidin' for nookie
She like the way I make her cookie crumble
And no, I ain't humble
Gata be that rythmitic rumble in your jungle
The reason why you stumblin, strugglin
All i'm feeling is the money coming in
Through the mics I'm killing
Hustle for the honey
Wouldn't hustle for no honey
When I hustle for my money
There's only
Me, myself and my family
I'm tryna make pay through a melody
The perfect remedy for me
Would probably be
The money money money
Tight grip, wanna whip it up
I wanna toss this money like it's seasoning
Tight grip, wanna whip it up
I'm just out here to get it done
I be looking at these fools
Only try to grow their funds
They forget about the style
Man, they got it all wrong
All I hear is the same song
And the same tune
With some autotune
Preaching like they on shroomz
Writer: Andrew DeRoberts, Brandon Lay
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.