$peedyyy - GMG Get Money (feat. GMG Jmoneyy) Lyrics

Mr GrabDaYacameeche please Greet me when yu see me
Call Me John cena man yu niggas Can't see me
Tryna press my line Ima leave his ass receding
So Fuccin far back lebron James Couldn't see it
Soe chasin Dough you niggas can't play ball
We was 15 deep running Niggas out the mall
Left his ass Slumped but i was taught to Stand tall
So when they came at Me foul i ain't have to make a Call
Niggas always poppin it i Know yo teeth hurt
I was takin 3 showers cuz i got it out the Dirt
Niggas always writing Statements need to write they Homework
While I'm busy Chasing franklins like my first Name Kirk
Niggas always Speakin down but i know my Own worth
Slide by bounce out Have you posted like durk
Long-Live all tha homies D3 you Heard it first
God send all my Angles back I'm feeling like I'm Cursed
Let me tell about the halls cuz That shit used to Brack
Thank god that I'm out
Cuz I'm not going back
And That's that
Hit Central feelin hella Sentimental
First Week in a Young nigga got packed
First couple seconds i was knocking shit back
After that
Up against the Wall on my
Back, staff just spraying OC water that's just that
Tryna politic that's some shit
That get you packed
No i ain't a bully but
For yo food you gettin taxed
The homies got money on they Books
And they was all getting Packs
While I'm sitting in my Cell like Damn this shit bad
Damn this shit bad
I said free my nigga Dallas i ain't
Talking about no Mavericks
Free my nigga Ben i ain't Talking about no Ten
Juvenile Life at 18 he hit the Pen
My nigga ain't no bitch he goes And Robs to get it in
Free my brother out the cell god
Forgive him for all his sins
Just forgive all his sins

GMG get money
GMG get money
GMG get money