Get Money lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
"I never f*cked anybody over in my life who didn't have it coming to them."
"You got that?" (Fly Boy Gang)
"All I have in this world is my balls and my word." (Uh-huh)
"And I don't break them for no one. Do you understand?" (Copo, Copo, Copo)
Gang

[Chorus: FBG Duck & FBG Dutchie]
Okay, get money (Okay, get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
Get money (Get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
That loud (That loud) what we smokin' on (That loud, that loud)
That loud (That loud), that-that sh*t is super strong
Okay, get money (Okay, get money), b*tch, our paper long (Let's get it)
Get money (Get money), b*tch, our paper long (Two Times)
That loud (Dutchie, FBG sh*t) what we smokin' on (Number 2, FBG, b*tch)
That loud (What it do?), that-that sh*t is supеr strong, okay, get money

[Verse 1: FBG Dutchie]
Big money (Big monеy), I'm all about that bag, b*tch (That bag, b*tch)
Coolin' with the gang, we on that swag sh*t (That swag sh*t)
n*ggas be mad 'cause their ass be swagless (Ha, you ain't got no swag)
n*ggas be mad while my ass be swaggin' (Swag)
I be swaggin' out, me and number 26 (Lil' Butta)
FYB your busser, you gon' trust her, she did twenty di*ks (sl*t)
Shawty did the whole squad, told that b*tch to "E-T-T"
She talmbout some "E-T-T" (What?), I told that b*tch to "S-T-D" (Suck these di*ks)
I ain't got no STD (Nah), I'm bussin' off this ecstasy (I'm rollin')
I'ma f*ck yo' friend, shawty, you can eat the rest of me (Straight up)
But I ain't really on that, that sh*t dead like R.I.P (That sh*t dead)
You f*ck with me 'cause I got bread, b*tch, you know I'm MOB
[Chorus: FBG Duck, FBG Dutchie & Billionaire Black]
Okay, get money (Swag), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
Get money (Get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
That loud (That loud) what we smokin' on (That loud, that loud)
That loud (That loud), that-that sh*t is super strong
Okay, get money (Okay, get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
Get money (Get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
That loud (That loud) what we smokin' on (That loud, that loud)
That loud (Billionaire, Billionaire), that-that sh*t is super strong, okay, get money (Ballout)

[Verse 2: Billionaire Black]
Get money (Get money), pockets full of dead presidents (I'm paid)
Get money (Money), I can buy your residence (Them bands)
Get money (Money), my bag heavier than a elephant (That bag)
Get-Get money (Get money), all that other sh*t irrelevant (Uh-huh)
Got all this paper like looseleaf, n*gga (Uh-huh)
Your girlfriend wanna do me, n*gga (Do me)
Nah, we can't kick it like Bruce Lee, n*gga (At all)
It's a lot of n*ggas say they gon' shoot me, n*gga (Bang-bang)
Stop flexin' (Stop flexin'), f*ck n*gga, I keep a ratchet (Bang-bang)
He rap about it (Uh-huh), but he ain't really about that action (Nah)
Roll up (Roll up), two blunts, that's a long boy (I'm fried)
I'm fried (I'm fried), got me in my zone, boy (I'm fried)
Two Times (Two Times), what it do to my homeboy? (Number 2)
They lyin' (They lyin'), talmbout they doin' hits in their song, boy (Hey)
[Chorus: FBG Duck & FBG Young]
Okay, get money (Okay, get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
Get money (Get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
That loud (That loud) what we smokin' on (That loud, that loud)
That loud (That loud), that-that sh*t is super strong
Okay, get money (Okay, get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
Get money (Get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
That loud (That loud) what we smokin' on (Yeah, it's Young...)
That loud (...GoDumb), that-that sh*t is super strong, okay, get money

[Verse 3: FBG Young]
Get money (Get money), I'm about my racks, b*tch (Them bands)
I'm that n*gga (That n*gga), I can get a n*gga whacked, b*tch (He dead)
Gettin' used to this, she used to f*ck with lame n*ggas (Catch up)
So she don't know how to act when she with the gang, n*gga (FBG)
What's up? GoDumb (GoDumb), all my n*ggas L's up (L's)
And I got a lot of hitters (I do), I can get a n*gga touched (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
'Bout bands, all that other sh*t don't make sense (At all)
Pockets like the morgue, all I see is dead presidents (Uh-huh)
Steph off in this b*tch with bands in my jeans (My jeans)
Thirty in my Nike, I ain't worried 'bout a thing (At all)
Tooka in my blunt (My blunt), two cups of that lean (I'm rollin')
My n*ggas rollin' like wheels, they'll get to poppin' n*ggas like beans
Okay, get money...

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
...Okay, get money (Okay, get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
Get money (Get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
That loud (That loud) what we smokin' on (That loud, that loud)
That loud (That loud), that-that sh*t is super strong
Okay, get money (Okay, get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
Get money (Get money), b*tch, our paper long (b*tch, our paper long)
That loud (That loud) what we smokin' on (That loud, that loud)
That loud (That loud), that-that sh*t is super strong
[Outro]
(Copo, Copo, Copo)