Get the Money lyrics

[Intro: Dave East]
It's all about what you doin', my n*gga
Get to it, sit back, don't get to it
And you gon' watch n*ggas get famous in front of you, n*gga
Watch n*ggas get rich right in front of you
If you don't want it, watch
You gon' end up workin' for a n*gga
You could've been hirin', word, uh

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Fresh up out them state greens (Fresh out)
Hoppin' out that van like the A-Team (Skrrt)
Never thought that we would make cream (Never)
Being millionaires was a daydream (Dream)
I been that n*gga since I was eighteen (Way back)
Khaki di*kies with no creases, n*gga stayed clean (Clean)
Al Green and James Brown what my mother played
Blow your brains in front the witness, f*ck what they seen
Greyhound buses to Baltimore (I'm out)
Play a boat for the coke, the plug was all aboard
Dead broke in the projects, my n*ggas all was bored (Bored)
A million dollars in cash, n*gga, my daughter saw it (I swear)
Earned stripes before Adidas 'fits (Way before)
I really need money, I never need a b*tch (Never)
You jumped on my di*k the same minute that you seen it's lit
Sneak diss on Instagram, but see me and you need a pic (Sucker-ass n*gga)
[Chorus: Trouble]
Stunt on every n*gga who fronted
We went from robbin' in lemons to doin' a hundred in foreigns
Harlem get the money
Queens get the money, hey
Drop the top up off of the coupe, drum hold a hundred (Skrrt)
I like my b*tches from the 'jects, she wearin' a bonnet (Yeah), yeah
Harlem get the money, yeah, yeah
Hill get the money, hey

[Verse 2: Dave East]
f*ck that lil' paper, I'm chasing hundreds, yeah (Benjis)
You changing up the cars every summer, yeah (Every summer)
Remember washing my mama dishes with Comet, yeah (I remember)
I could give a f*ck about a comment
I like my b*tch from the projects, she rock her bonnet, yeah (Projects)
Top floor of the condo rocking designer gear (Top floor)
I thought I was ready, but I was not prepared
Me and Chetty tryna get fetty, I'm rocking Rocawear (On God)
I been ill, I got a sickness that got my doctor scared
n*ggas like to slide through the hood, but ain't no stopping there
Them hollows hit your chest, sh*t'll stop your air
Diamonds from the district, come kick it, we playin' soccer here (Yeah)
Teeth straight and I don't rock veneers (I don't rock 'em)
Ready to die like Big Poppa near
They feel my confidence, they not prepared
I had a plan to take some Percocets from New York to Carolina and I got 'em there
[Bridge: Dave East]
Ayy, I got b*tches in California (Swear to God)
Reminiscing on them nights and days I was hungry, no frontin' (No frontin', n*gga)
Harlem get the money (Harlem get the money)
Queens get the money, ayy (Queens get the money)
Drop the top on them n*ggas, they know how we coming (They know)
Don't want no problems, 'bout dollars, we push a button, we cuttin' (Ayy)
Harlem get the money (Harlem get the money)
If you alive, go get your money (Go get your money, my n*gga), ayy

[Chorus: Trouble & Dave East]
Stunt on every n*gga who fronted
We went from robbin' in lemons to doin' a hundred in foreigns
Harlem get the money
Queens get the money, hey
Drop the top up off of the coupe, drum hold a hundred (Skrrt)
I like my b*tches from the 'jects, she wearin' a bonnet (Yeah), yeah
Harlem get the money, yeah, yeah
Hill get the money, hey (Go get it)

[Outro: Dave East]
All my n*ggas, get the money
All of my n*ggas, go get the money
My n*ggas, go get the money
Go get the money
Go get the money
Go get the money
All of my n*ggas, go get the money