(Hold up Spiffy on this motherf*cker)
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
500 bands on ya motherf*cking head
Call me Taliban, cuz my choppa make you dead
I am not no hit man, but I still got street cred
Serve ya like the mailman, I'm just dropping of ya meds
Straight outta Pakistan, I touchdown in Atlanta
Get the money plan, out the mud like it's Uganda
Imma go Heisman, take it back like Deion Sanders
An yo bitch is wylin, imma smash her she a dancer
Imma ride, imma shoot an I'm sliding down the block
You my slime, grab the loot, no we do not talk to cops
F*ck the GA State Troops, an we doing what they can't do
F*ck ya thotie she a groupie you not doing what my crew do
Oooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu oooouuu
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get it for my bros and I get it for my mama
Ion care imma pro, and I'm running up my commas
Ion care bout no hoes, I am not bout no drama
Imma get my neck froze, and lil mama wanna holla
She so fine, she so thick an she looking a dime
But I do not have no time cuz the dollars on my mind
I am one of a kind so my like is hard to find
Imma shine if you block imma hit you Glock nine
Oooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu oooouuu
Pull up wit the pack, we gon snatch up all ya racks
We the new Rat Pack an we shoot up all ya rats
Pack that f*cking Big Mac, make you jump like jumping jacks
Cuz yo ass is big wack and you sweet like Apple Jacks
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that f*cking money by all means necessary
If you not with it then yo ass is secondary
100 yard bomb to at ya neck like a f*cking Hail Mary
Pull up cold January reading your obituary
maskx - GET THAT MONEY (Radio Edit) Lyrics
maskx - GET THAT MONEY (Radio Edit) Lyrics
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(Hold up Spiffy on this motherf*cker)
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
500 bands on ya motherf*cking head
Call me Taliban, cuz my choppa make you dead
I am not no hit man, but I still got street cred
Serve ya like the mailman, I'm just dropping of ya meds
Straight outta Pakistan, I touchdown in Atlanta
Get the money plan, out the mud like it's Uganda
Imma go Heisman, take it back like Deion Sanders
An yo bitch is wylin, imma smash her she a dancer
Imma ride, imma shoot an I'm sliding down the block
You my slime, grab the loot, no we do not talk to cops
F*ck the GA State Troops, an we doing what they can't do
F*ck ya thotie she a groupie you not doing what my crew do
Oooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu oooouuu
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get it for my bros and I get it for my mama
Ion care imma pro, and I'm running up my commas
Ion care bout no hoes, I am not bout no drama
Imma get my neck froze, and lil mama wanna holla
She so fine, she so thick an she looking a dime
But I do not have no time cuz the dollars on my mind
I am one of a kind so my like is hard to find
Imma shine if you block imma hit you Glock nine
Oooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu oooouuu
Pull up wit the pack, we gon snatch up all ya racks
We the new Rat Pack an we shoot up all ya rats
Pack that f*cking Big Mac, make you jump like jumping jacks
Cuz yo ass is big wack and you sweet like Apple Jacks
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that f*cking money by all means necessary
If you not with it then yo ass is secondary
100 yard bomb to at ya neck like a f*cking Hail Mary
Pull up cold January reading your obituary
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
500 bands on ya motherf*cking head
Call me Taliban, cuz my choppa make you dead
I am not no hit man, but I still got street cred
Serve ya like the mailman, I'm just dropping of ya meds
Straight outta Pakistan, I touchdown in Atlanta
Get the money plan, out the mud like it's Uganda
Imma go Heisman, take it back like Deion Sanders
An yo bitch is wylin, imma smash her she a dancer
Imma ride, imma shoot an I'm sliding down the block
You my slime, grab the loot, no we do not talk to cops
F*ck the GA State Troops, an we doing what they can't do
F*ck ya thotie she a groupie you not doing what my crew do
Oooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu oooouuu
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get it for my bros and I get it for my mama
Ion care imma pro, and I'm running up my commas
Ion care bout no hoes, I am not bout no drama
Imma get my neck froze, and lil mama wanna holla
She so fine, she so thick an she looking a dime
But I do not have no time cuz the dollars on my mind
I am one of a kind so my like is hard to find
Imma shine if you block imma hit you Glock nine
Oooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu yah
Get that f*ckin money yuh
Ooooouuu oooouuu
Pull up wit the pack, we gon snatch up all ya racks
We the new Rat Pack an we shoot up all ya rats
Pack that f*cking Big Mac, make you jump like jumping jacks
Cuz yo ass is big wack and you sweet like Apple Jacks
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that money, oooouuu
Imma get that f*cking money
Get that f*cking money by all means necessary
If you not with it then yo ass is secondary
100 yard bomb to at ya neck like a f*cking Hail Mary
Pull up cold January reading your obituary
Writer: mask x
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