Get Money lyrics

[Intro]
Trauma Tone
His name is Kino Beats

[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
Got 'em p*ssed 'bout a MAG, got 'em p*ssed, got 'em mad
Yeah, had to get in my bag, in my bag, yeah
Oh, they didn't think that I could last
Thinking that she's sweet, I'll put them killers on your ass
How you from the east and you can't even get a pat? (Whoa)

[Pre-Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
I hate when lyin' tigers bare
Hard ballin', ain't a n*gga I'ma spare

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here (Who, yeah)
It's a lot of bosses up in here

[Verse 2: DeJ Loaf]
Hit another brick, just like Craig (Woah!)
I fake, then I get dropped in the stand (Drop!)
Ric Flair, Beanie Sigel, I feel it in the air
Put an eagle on your head
They gon' lay eggs and fly
Hope I don't wake up to my will regret (Will regret)
I woke up with a bottle in my bed
f*ck him 'til the eyes roll to the back of my head (Mhm)
Ballin' with some n*ggas that's 'bout what they said, yeah
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf, Benny the Butcher]
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here (There's a lot of us in this b*tch)
It's a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]
Cautious of snakes, but often, bosses relate
I broke down a quarter of weight on a white porcelain plate
I woke up feelin' marvelous today
Y'all think I flossed with this cake
But that show money help my dog with his case (My n*gga)
Yeah, I still feel it when I pass through ghettos
Y'all had to settle we turned to family in Griselda Fashion Rebels
Six months in the trap, that's a May to November run
Real sh*t, you not a boss 'til you make your n*gga one

[Pre-Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
I hate when lyin' tigers bare
Hard ballin', ain't a n*gga I'ma spare

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf, Conway the Machine]
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware
You gettin' money, they aware (Yeah)
It's a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah)
It's a lot of bosses up in here (Look)
[Verse 4: Conway the Machine]
She know who the boss is, I bounce back from my losses
Bust an AP flawless from that pot and that fork sh*t
Mayweather money, beat up them charges
Too much drip, that's why the closet is bigger than your apartment
I give her backshots 'til I empty my cartridge
f*ck her now on the sink, the pus*y drip like the faucet
The pus*y n*gga kept talkin', his life on the line, he lost it
It's pressure, then we uppin', we ain't squashin'
Machine, b*tch

[Pre-Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
I hate when lyin' tigers bare
Hard ballin', ain't a n*gga I'ma spare

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf & Boldy James]
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here (Blockworks)
It's a lot of bosses up in here

[Verse 5: Boldy James]
Girl, I pull a few strings, still love to shoot with them things
Got fiends in the greens, still want a 2-for-15
Hunty taking pop bottles back to catch a cab to me
Now I give her five dollars just to pump the gas for me
On the east catching cells in the 48214
Fifty deep on the wheels, we want all them M boxes
Gotta land on the pint so my blood out and bonded
Uncle Teddy play with cottons, Uncle Smally skin poppin'
Where we at
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here
It's a lot of bosses up in here

[Outro: DeJ Loaf]
Bosses up in here