Get Money Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, b*tch
Still Break In
b*tch, I'm bag chasin'
Look

[Verse 1]
If I know one thing, b*tch, it's how to get money
You a broke ass b*tch, better stay the f*ck from me
Aye, I keep a Glock by my tummy
Fads
b*tch you can't tell me nothin'
b*tch, same n*gga that I used to be
Just a lil' more money, you ain't used to it
I do it on my own, I don't need no help
n*ggas saying that they real, wearing fake belts
(Damn) It's a shame
Thought you was sliding but you ain't gang gang
How you gon' switch? Taught you to maintain
Aye, but f*ck all that bullsh*t, still free the chain gang

[Verse 2]
Ouu, b*tch I'm off my bullsh*t
Long as I got two hands, I'ma tote two sticks
Lil' n*gga he an all out square, he a Rubix
And I don't even really like talking, I like to shoot sh*t
All I know is money out there and I'ma go get that
I don't like f*cking b*tches, I like to break back
It cost to be a boss, b*tch, I had to pay that
b*tch, I had to pay that
Last n*ggas tried to run up, didn't go well, oh well
I don't bail, gotta make some more sale
n*ggas say they out here trappin' but got no scale
I don't trust my b*tch but I trust my dope scale
Look, and I'm just being honest
I done ran it up, I ain't go to college
I ain't on the court but, b*tch, I'm ballin'
And I ain't Future, b*tch, but I can hear the perky's callin'
[Verse 3]
Hol' up
b*tch I'm not done
She said I'm the only one, b*tch, I'm not dumb
When it comes to the money, all you n*ggas got none
Say you want smoke but you really want none
All type of blowers lil' b*tch we stalked up
Walked in the club when I'm hella sauced up
You n*ggas go for fun, I get paid to pop up, aye
I get paid to pop up (aye, aye)