Get Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Key!]
This is for my Ginas, Evas and Alias
You the only reason why a n*gga still [?]
Black with foreign features, shining like a star light
And she might [?] you, yeah
If I play my cards right
Ace of Spades, Ace of Spades, oo I think I heard them say
Oo they look like Bey and Jay, I was thinking Kim and Ray
Top floor, ass out, oo I got a [?] now
They say they was looking for, she suck me til I ran out

[Chorus: Key!]
Excuse me, miss lady
Can I ask you something?
Should I ever trust a b*tch if the ass is dumb?
If she take that di*k, and misplace that sh*t?
Do it so good, make you wanna hate that b*tch
f*ck b*tches
Get money
f*ck b*tches
Get money
f*ck b*tches
Get money
f*ck b*tches
Get money
[Verse 2: Curtis Williams]
I said hoes all in my phone
Check all in my mind
Ain't focused on what y'all get, I'm too busy tryna get mine
Never trust a girl 'cause she bad
You break her down and get cash
We breaking down that kush pack, and then mixing it with hash
Get money and f*ck b*tches, stunting, it's trill living
My women, they cooking and cleaning, f*cking and weed twisting
My n*ggas, we mobbin
Be cairful, they short tempered
I hit it and don't remember, that's how a young n*gga kick it
I'm motivated, dedicated to getting rich
These n*ggas hating, making staitments about my clique
But I'm too focused, never noticed, I'm 'bout my chips
You want me [?] I need ten, ho, I'm on my sh*t
[Chorus: Key!]
Excuse me, miss lady
Can I ask you something?
Should I ever trust a b*tch if the ass is dumb?
If she take that di*k, and misplace that sh*t?
Do it so good, make you wanna hate that b*tch
f*ck b*tches
Get money
f*ck b*tches
Get money
f*ck b*tches
Get money
f*ck b*tches
Get money
[Verse 3: Key!]
All I want is some money, that's why I keep it a hundred
If I don't ohe nobody, then they can't take none from me
Making money my motivation, it's keeping me motivated
I hope that I'm motivation for all of the money makers
Got love for the strippers, love for the dealers
I just bought me a whip, I got love for the dealer
I make money for realer, smoking on killa
Take her home and I fill her, take her home and I fill her

[Chorus: Key!]
Excuse me, miss lady
Can I ask you something?
Should I ever trust a b*tch if the ass is dumb?
If she take that di*k, and misplace that sh*t?
Do it so good, make you wanna hate that b*tch
f*ck b*tches
Get money
f*ck b*tches
Get money
f*ck b*tches
Get money
f*ck b*tches
Get money