Got money got whips
We at the bar spending chips
Bottles of Rose, Ciroc to her lips
A lot of niggas wish they could do it like this
We stunting no fronting
Drop a couple of stacks it's nothing
Living the life man I love it
You gotta step it up to do it how I does it
Mind on my money, money on my mind
From sun down to sun up I stay up on my grind
Bitches jock me they stay up on my time
Locked up a gun charge the way a nigga Shyne
See cause I do it so icy
I'm the reason niggas mad at they wifeys
Don't get tight
But it's likely
That she'll b dealing with you
While she pipe me
See I'm like Jordan in his prime
Jay before the blueprint see the way I spew shit
It's charcoal nothing but that fire talk
The king of this shit
Peep the way sire walk
I got a higher thought
The way I was taught
Show love after you kill him
I'm a sport
No range though more like the drop head
Phantom it's the bakery we got bread
(We) Got money (We) got whips
(We) We at the bar spending chips
Bottles of Rose, Ciroc to her lips
A lot of niggas wish they could do it like this
We stunting no fronting
Drop a couple of stacks it's nothing
Living the life man I love it
You gotta step it up to do it how I does it
So y'all wanna get it like Fresh do
See I been fly
No Jetblue
Top models is what I stand next to
Ask Tyra
I'll try her
Show me price tag ya broad I'll buy her
Get the best of her something like Mya
She's addicted and I'm her supplier
The kid raise nothing but hell I'm fire
Celeb status I be up in hollywood
Y'all niggas loose pussy
Hardly good
Ya mami should see how I got the glow
Keep her in stripes red and green stop and go
I'm out this world beam me up
Catch me riding stunting in the meanest trucks
Ranges Rover, Mercedes, Beama whips
For them rides I'm wise I'm getting chips
(We) Got money (We) got whips
(We) We at the bar spending chips
Bottles of Rose, Ciroc to her lips
A lot of niggas wish they could do it like this
We stunting no fronting
Drop a couple of stacks it's nothing
Living the life man I love it
You gotta step it up to do it how I does it
Flyy Guy Fresh - Get It Like Me Lyrics
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Got money got whips
We at the bar spending chips
Bottles of Rose, Ciroc to her lips
A lot of niggas wish they could do it like this
We stunting no fronting
Drop a couple of stacks it's nothing
Living the life man I love it
You gotta step it up to do it how I does it
Mind on my money, money on my mind
From sun down to sun up I stay up on my grind
Bitches jock me they stay up on my time
Locked up a gun charge the way a nigga Shyne
See cause I do it so icy
I'm the reason niggas mad at they wifeys
Don't get tight
But it's likely
That she'll b dealing with you
While she pipe me
See I'm like Jordan in his prime
Jay before the blueprint see the way I spew shit
It's charcoal nothing but that fire talk
The king of this shit
Peep the way sire walk
I got a higher thought
The way I was taught
Show love after you kill him
I'm a sport
No range though more like the drop head
Phantom it's the bakery we got bread
(We) Got money (We) got whips
(We) We at the bar spending chips
Bottles of Rose, Ciroc to her lips
A lot of niggas wish they could do it like this
We stunting no fronting
Drop a couple of stacks it's nothing
Living the life man I love it
You gotta step it up to do it how I does it
So y'all wanna get it like Fresh do
See I been fly
No Jetblue
Top models is what I stand next to
Ask Tyra
I'll try her
Show me price tag ya broad I'll buy her
Get the best of her something like Mya
She's addicted and I'm her supplier
The kid raise nothing but hell I'm fire
Celeb status I be up in hollywood
Y'all niggas loose pussy
Hardly good
Ya mami should see how I got the glow
Keep her in stripes red and green stop and go
I'm out this world beam me up
Catch me riding stunting in the meanest trucks
Ranges Rover, Mercedes, Beama whips
For them rides I'm wise I'm getting chips
(We) Got money (We) got whips
(We) We at the bar spending chips
Bottles of Rose, Ciroc to her lips
A lot of niggas wish they could do it like this
We stunting no fronting
Drop a couple of stacks it's nothing
Living the life man I love it
You gotta step it up to do it how I does it
We at the bar spending chips
Bottles of Rose, Ciroc to her lips
A lot of niggas wish they could do it like this
We stunting no fronting
Drop a couple of stacks it's nothing
Living the life man I love it
You gotta step it up to do it how I does it
Mind on my money, money on my mind
From sun down to sun up I stay up on my grind
Bitches jock me they stay up on my time
Locked up a gun charge the way a nigga Shyne
See cause I do it so icy
I'm the reason niggas mad at they wifeys
Don't get tight
But it's likely
That she'll b dealing with you
While she pipe me
See I'm like Jordan in his prime
Jay before the blueprint see the way I spew shit
It's charcoal nothing but that fire talk
The king of this shit
Peep the way sire walk
I got a higher thought
The way I was taught
Show love after you kill him
I'm a sport
No range though more like the drop head
Phantom it's the bakery we got bread
(We) Got money (We) got whips
(We) We at the bar spending chips
Bottles of Rose, Ciroc to her lips
A lot of niggas wish they could do it like this
We stunting no fronting
Drop a couple of stacks it's nothing
Living the life man I love it
You gotta step it up to do it how I does it
So y'all wanna get it like Fresh do
See I been fly
No Jetblue
Top models is what I stand next to
Ask Tyra
I'll try her
Show me price tag ya broad I'll buy her
Get the best of her something like Mya
She's addicted and I'm her supplier
The kid raise nothing but hell I'm fire
Celeb status I be up in hollywood
Y'all niggas loose pussy
Hardly good
Ya mami should see how I got the glow
Keep her in stripes red and green stop and go
I'm out this world beam me up
Catch me riding stunting in the meanest trucks
Ranges Rover, Mercedes, Beama whips
For them rides I'm wise I'm getting chips
(We) Got money (We) got whips
(We) We at the bar spending chips
Bottles of Rose, Ciroc to her lips
A lot of niggas wish they could do it like this
We stunting no fronting
Drop a couple of stacks it's nothing
Living the life man I love it
You gotta step it up to do it how I does it
Writer: Tyshaun Antonio
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