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We Stay Getting Money Video (MV)




Performed By: Matt Gr38n
Length: 1:31
Written by: Brayden Summers, Matt Green




Matt Gr38n - We Stay Getting Money Lyrics
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(Oh jack)
Money is green
I am green
Destroying the game like
Hulk Smash
Foles scorin' on Philly Philly
While I'm making all this milli
Underdog now but top dog then
Super Bowl champs and zero can'ts
You think you know me cause I am Green
Catch me in the streets, wearin' Supreme
Seventeen with a tat' on my back
I could buy your whole closet with a rack
My lyrics rhyme like Cat in the Hat
Money rush in, Khalil Mack
I'm tryna get a bag for my Mama
Givin' out gold like Willie Wonka
Flyin' through the ropes, like Tatanka
I'm not there yet, but here's the comma
Kanye West got nothin' on me
He my favorite
But he ain't me
One day you'll get bread like Yeezy
Rappin' not trapping, like Jeezy
Some my favorites don't even compare
They here me and now they scared
Listen and take a seat here
Just don't break my five-digit chair
Y'all come at me like Green wheres the money
I just the a thousand dolla' meal
It's my tummy
Girls hear that and go
Uh-huh honey
Bound two rebound that
Embiid block the shit outta' that
Ben drive the shit outta' that
Markelle splash the three outta' that
I'm sick of these rappers and their flexing nonsense
I'm just tryna' make mine, trusting the process
(Does that got hard)
(It goes so hard)
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(Oh jack)
Money is green
I am green
Destroying the game like
Hulk Smash
Foles scorin' on Philly Philly
While I'm making all this milli
Underdog now but top dog then
Super Bowl champs and zero can'ts
You think you know me cause I am Green
Catch me in the streets, wearin' Supreme
Seventeen with a tat' on my back
I could buy your whole closet with a rack
My lyrics rhyme like Cat in the Hat
Money rush in, Khalil Mack
I'm tryna get a bag for my Mama
Givin' out gold like Willie Wonka
Flyin' through the ropes, like Tatanka
I'm not there yet, but here's the comma
Kanye West got nothin' on me
He my favorite
But he ain't me
One day you'll get bread like Yeezy
Rappin' not trapping, like Jeezy
Some my favorites don't even compare
They here me and now they scared
Listen and take a seat here
Just don't break my five-digit chair
Y'all come at me like Green wheres the money
I just the a thousand dolla' meal
It's my tummy
Girls hear that and go
Uh-huh honey
Bound two rebound that
Embiid block the shit outta' that
Ben drive the shit outta' that
Markelle splash the three outta' that
I'm sick of these rappers and their flexing nonsense
I'm just tryna' make mine, trusting the process
(Does that got hard)
(It goes so hard)
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Writer: Brayden Summers, Matt Green
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