Get Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Strap]
f*ck b*tches, we get money
Rubberband stacks, and my drink all muddy
She [?] but she play her role
That big booty stripper, girl, that's my ho
Rolex watch, no rocks
Got your girlfriend in my drop
b*tch, it's going down like Joc
On so many drugs, man, I thought my heart stopped
Molly with Syroc, lean with the gas
A week passed by, we done blew a whole band
Just me and lil mama, getting blowed in the jag
Riding round the city, the whole thing on my hand

[Verse 2: Ali]
f*ck b*tches, get money
Get riches, [?]
These b*tches say I act funny
Ever since a young n*gga got money
I got more b*tches, I ain't worried
I'm busting 3 b*tches, Steph Curry
Drink liquor, f*ck police
Roll swishers, rock Roleys
Man, she screaming out my name like she know me
She said she know me from back when, that was the old me
[?] house and the big old chain
No matter, every day, it's the same old thing
[Verse 3: Quez]
I'm real, you ain't gotta check my barcode
Got a big ass 40 in my cargos
My tour buss, a motherf*cking star coach
'Cause b*tch, I'm a motherf*cking star, ho
My team deadly, you n*ggas can go and smoke a [?]
My life is like a scene from the movie Belly
And n*ggas walking round with they eyes gloing
Man, I count a hundred with the blinds open
And I pull up, scooting in the Mazerati
I'm in all black, they think I'm in Illuminati
Getting hoes and commas, man, that's the only thing that we gotta have in common
Yeah