Let’s Get Money lyrics

[Intro]
Turnt up, no I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, turnt up, no I don't give a f*ck
Top Floor Boss
Turnt up, no I don't give a f*ck
b*tch, you know that I'm turnt up
b*tch, you know that I'm turnt up

[Chorus]
b*tch, you know that I'm turnt up
b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
Came in that b*tch with my boys, we in that b*tch shootin' it up
These n*ggas, they lamer than f*ck
My jeans, they tighter than f*ck
I keep them racks in them b*tches they stuck
I told these b*tches to run me my money
Checks, I need em
Checks, I'm finna go get em
Yeah, sex I need it
Your b*tch she finna come get it
I'm in this b*tch and I'm geeked up
b*tch and you know that I'm chilling
I'm in this b*tch and I'm geeked up
[?]

[Post-Chorus]
Bald head b*tch call her Krilllin
Come in this b*tch and we killin
All black sh*t when I come through b*tch
And you know that this sh*t be the Ricky
Chopstick make a f*ck n*gga [?]
Came in this b*tch and your b*tch wanna touch me
On the top floor b*tch and this sh*t really comfy
Did this sh*t by myself no I didn't have no company
[Chorus]
b*tch, you know that I'm turnt up
b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
Came in that b*tch with my boys, we in that b*tch shootin' it up
These n*ggas, they lamer than f*ck
My jeans, they tighter than f*ck
I keep them racks in them b*tches they stuck
I told these b*tches to run me my money
b*tch, you know that I'm turnt up
b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
Came in that b*tch with my boys, we in that b*tch shootin' it up
These n*ggas, they lamer than f*ck
My jeans, they tighter than f*ck
I keep them racks in them b*tches they stuck
I told these b*tches to run me my money
Checks, I need em
Checks, I'm finna go get em
Yeah, sex I need it
Your b*tch she finna come get it
I'm in this b*tch and I'm geeked up
b*tch and you know that I'm chilling
I'm in this b*tch and I'm geeked up
[?]

[Post-Chorus]
Bald head b*tch call her Krillin
Come in this b*tch and we killin
All black sh*t when I come through b*tch
And you know that this sh*t be the Ricky
Chopstick make a f*ck n*gga [?]
Came in this b*tch and your b*tch wanna touch me
On the top floor b*tch and this sh*t really comfy
Did this sh*t by myself no I didn't have no company
[Chorus]
b*tch, you know that I'm turnt up
b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
Came in that b*tch with my boys, we in that b*tch shootin' it up
These n*ggas, they lamer than f*ck
My jeans, they tighter than f*ck
I keep them racks in them b*tches they stuck
I told these b*tches to run me my money

[Outro]
Turnt up, no I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, turnt up, no I don't give a f*ck
Top Floor Boss