Lil Keed, Young Stoner Life ft. Trippie Redd - Get Money Lyrics

Yeah, hey, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got AJ recordin' me
And the beat came from Sam
Let's go

I'm hustlin' (hustlin')
Get money, bitch (get money)
We bustin' (bustin') this choppa shit (brrt, chopper)
No fussin', no, I don't argue, trick (no argue)
Bust down, talkin' 'bout glass and shit (glass)
I get money, I ain't put my problems on you
Gallery Department pants, yeah
Chanel, Pharrell, how I'm steppin' on you
'Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand
I done missed the appointment (I missed it)
Think they gon' back me down
I promise you'll never corner me

Christian Dior shades, my heart black just like spades (let's go)
Yeah, my ace boom goons, he can't wait to spray (brrt)
Yeah, we sweep 'em like a broom, (broom) come tear up the place
I ain't have no silver spoon, don't steal, we gon' take
She wanna hit Miami, go and catch a vibe (vibe)
Soon as I catch her, know I got her in the spot (in the spot)
In that Hellcat, shit, runnin' lights (runnin' lights)
In that black man ski, come in the sky (come here)

In that Trackhawk, leavin' the scene (Track')
Go crazy (crazy), like Charlie Sheen (yeah)
Yeah, we on ecstasy, that G6, we don't take no beans (G6)
Hit the exit in that foreign, shit, that mean machine

I'm hustlin' (hustlin')
Get money, bitch (get money)
We bustin' (bustin') this choppa shit (brrt, chopper)
No fussin' (yeah), no, I don't argue, trick (Hood Baby)
Bust down, talkin' 'bout glass and shit (glass)
I get money, I ain't put my problems on you
Gallery Department pants, yeah
Chanel, Pharrell, how I'm steppin' on you
'Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand
I done missed the appointment (I missed it)
Think they gon' back me down
I promise you'll never corner me

Yeah
I'm smokin' shit, bitch, if Keed give me the go
I slime out your mama, I slime out your ho
If you beefin' with me, might as well hang from a rope
I know that I'm it, and nigga, you float
I seen your lil' diss, that shit was a joke
They hoppin' on trash, them niggas get croaked
Free Key Spirit and free the damn goat
Big dawg, bitch, can't hide that
You bitch come and ride that (ride)
Push up on 'em, slide back
I light the blunt then fry that
Throw a snake in a tank of rats, I bet they all food
What's up, Keed? Man, I miss my dawg, I can't even call you

In that Trackhawk, leavin' the scene (woah, Track')
Go crazy (crazy), like Charlie Sheen (woah, yeah)
Yeah, we on ecstasy, that G6, we don't take no beans (woah, G6)
Hit the exit in that foreign, shit, that mean machine (woah)

I'm hustlin' (hustlin')
Get money, bitch (get money)
We bustin' (bustin') this choppa shit (brrt, chopper)
No fussin' (yeah), no, I don't argue, trick (Hood Baby)
Bust down, talkin' 'bout glass and shit (glass)
I get money, I ain't put my problems on you
Gallery Department pants, yeah
Chanel, Pharrell, how I'm steppin' on you
'Posed to got my teeth fixed, fifty thousand
I done missed the appointment (I missed it)
Think they gon' back me down
I promise you'll never corner me

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