Rap and Get Money lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Hold up now what's up lil b*tch?
They call me Logic, I'm up in this b*tch
I had to plot as a kid to get rich
I had to plot as a kid to get rich
Tell em!
Rap and get money
Rap and get money
Said rap and get money my n*gga
Now ain't this sh*t funny
Don't do it for money
Don't do it for money
But if it come down to the money
I made like 50 point something million last year woo
That's not just a rapper flex
Homie tell me what about you?

[Verse 1]
I got just got my tax return
To prove that sh*t like ay
Everybody know that Logic do that sh*t like ay
I be quick to put a ugly b*tch in her place
Cause a beautiful woman is something to see
And she not defined by her face
Can't f*ck with no girl that be all on the 'Gram
Tryna post while I'm eatin' spaghetti
Damn, girl, can't you be normal?
I'm famous as f*ck, yeah, we get it already
But who give a sh*t about that
I am a good man, how 'bout that?
No way in hell I'm defined by the stat
Smokin' that pack
Let me get it back
Let me get up in it, let me hit it like that
If you wanna come and get it with the RattPack
Like ayy
I'ma be here forever and a day
I be at the Grammy, party with Jay and B
Oh sh*t, yeah, that's me
Chillin' out, NYC
That sh*t I can't believe
I be like
[Chorus]
Hold up now what's up lil b*tch?
They call me Logic, I'm up in this b*tch
I had to plot as a kid to get rich
I had to plot as a kid to get rich
Tell em!
Rap and get money
Rap and get money
Said rap and get money my n*gga
Now ain't this sh*t funny
Don't do it for money
Don't do it for money
But if it come down to the money
I made like 50 point something million last year woo
That's not just a rapper flex
Homie tell me what about you?

[Verse 2]
Yeah I'ma set it off
b*tch, I'ma let it off
Yeah you know I had to get it off
Then, I'm like, "holy sh*t, TMZ stalking the boy"
Now that I'm single they flock to the boy
But I got self respect
No, no, no, I cannot f*ck with no hoes
I need a beautiful woman who gon' make me work before she take off all her clothes
But she could pass me the bop
That I won't stop
Baby girl make that ass drop
I love my beamer but that new McLaren is staring at me think I might have to cop
Random thought
Uh, I can't f*ck with no random thot