Get Money (Take Money) lyrics

[Intro: Boobie Lootaveli]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ya dig?
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Boobie Lootaveli]
f*ck fame, pick the MAC up, let it mash up
Snubnose in the club, don't make me act up (Don't make me act up)
Stupid ass b*tch make no sense
I be gettin' money off both ends, pick your bags up (Pick them bags)
Make sure you park in reverse
Somethin' like me what a bad b*tch prefer
I been sayin', "Mothaf*ck 12" since pre-birth
If you owe me, it is nowhere to hide on this green Earth

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
Get money-money, take money-money, yeah
I be countin' five, ten, twenty hunnid, yeah
My ho thick, big hunny-bunny, yeah
Sippin' juice cups, big muddy buddy, yeah
Get money-money, take money-money, yeah
I be countin' five, ten, twenty hunnid, yeah
My ho thick, big hunny-bunny, yeah (Yuh, ayy)
Sippin' juice cups, big muddy buddy, yeah (Yuh, ayy, yuh)

[Verse 2: Pouya]
Yuh, I don't wanna take no picture with these rappers
I don't wanna touch your b*tch if your b*tch is below the average
Don't make me pull the Ratchet, make me turn into a savage
Took a minute to get it, now I have it (Now)
Used to whip a Saturn, what's the matter with these rappers? See your pattern
f*ckboys and clout hoes, the game can't get no sadder
Leave me to myself and my wealth, hang me from a Gucci belt
Blow the .45 and let my brains splatter
[Verse 3: Boobie Lootaveli & Pouya]
Cellphone calls from my cousin sittin' in a cell
Cops wanted me to snitch, b*tch, I told 'em, "Go to Hell"
Post office into sendin' packs, mothaf*ck the mail
b*tch mad I'm on the road so she got a f*ckin' cell
Step into the spotlight, walk a mile in my life and act like
You know how to act right around these rubber bands (b*tch)
Don't you leave your crib without your gun inside your hand
None of my homies got a CCL, and who you think is postin' bail?

[Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli]
Get money-money, take money-money, yeah
I be countin' five, ten, twenty hunnid, yeah
My ho thick, big hunny-bunny, yeah
Sippin' juice cups, big muddy buddy, yeah