Get Ya Money lyrics
by Fabolous
[Chorus: Fabolous]
Get ya money money, f*ck them broke n*ggas
Get ya money money, f*ck them broke b*tches
Get ya money money, get ya money
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Now I be riding through [?] shooter
I find a n*gga that can spot up and pull like a hooper recruiter
Then I sit him on a stoop with a Ruger
'Cause I'm [?] watch the spot like [?]
I got a one two, a super [?]
For them n*ggas that's disturbing the peace, like the group who with Luda
And I just met the connect, [?]
So I'm probably looking as high as [?]
Shorty say I'm cute, but in the coupe I be cutеr
Explain, she gives me brain, likе she Superhead tooter
On another note, she like Betty Crock with ready rock
Get pounds of that sh*t, that smell like sweaty socks
But I do my share, chopping and bagging
Stopping and dragging, popping the mag in
Ain't gotta see to believe, just stop and imagine
I'm [?] swagging, popping them tags and
[Chorus: Fabolous]
Get ya money money, f*ck them broke n*ggas
Get ya money money, f*ck them broke b*tches
Get ya money money, get ya money
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
The motto that I live by, be funk or die
These b*tch n*ggas keep hating, [?] broke and die
They having fights with the money, and they look like they losing
All these b*tches Team Philthy, it look like they choosing
Forgi’s on my foreign, yeah, it look like I'm cruising
They stealing my swag, man, I should get to suing
They wasn't rocking Truey, wasn't in the Louie
Red bottoms on, got them calling my phone
Like how much did you spend?
Broke n*gga, come again
[?] for them M's, then I made [?] come again
That was twice in one night, reed-up in one night
I was moving that work, white like a T-shirt
Flexin on my Instagram, I know it gotta hurt
'Cause you ain't good in your hood, and I'm still on my terf
Posted like a stopsign, can't a n*gga stop mine
300,000 [?] a n*gga can't block my shine
n*gga, it's Philthy
[Chorus: Fabolous]
Get ya money money, f*ck them broke n*ggas
Get ya money money, f*ck them broke b*tches
Get ya money money, get ya money
[Verse 3: Smugla]
I'm fish scale dreaming, having tripple beam nightmares
[?] pulling off some kush in my timeshare
I'm blowing money fast, n*gga, like I don't care
I got the blocks [?] even when I'm not there
Every month, a hundred thousand or more
I can get a bird from [?]
I been with the sh*t, bruh since 94
And back then, I was 10, with a 25 [?]
In a magazine, now I'm pulling through the block
Brand new Benz, sitting behind [?]
About to scoop up sneaks from the 9 block
On the poster with the murder burners and the 9 Glock
Where I'm from, police don't come until the gunplay stops
Where them slugs land, that's where the body drops
Used to be [?], now he f*cking with the cops
When I see him, I'ma catch hiss ass, and fill him up with shots
Get ya money, n*gga
[Chorus: Fabolous]
Get ya money money, f*ck them broke n*ggas
Get ya money money, f*ck them broke b*tches
Get ya money money, get ya money