Waka Flocka Flame - Get Money Lyrics
Big homie FlockBSMAutomatics and dice gamesWe was gettin’ money till the Feds cameBig Daddy Kane on my clothes and you could still smell raw cocaineWould my family have survived without cocaine?We thank God when that blow cameWalkin’ through the rain without a coatLivin’ with a... prove, hope that we all make it out to get...Leonardo how I paint these picturesMy niggas so relentless, viciousEat your food, do your dishesNow all your family’s left with is memories and pictures***** niggas, ***** *****es***** niggas, ***** *****esGet money, stack moneyI wish they act wrong, even act funnyI got *****es that’ll die, killers that’ll clap for meI know you’re mad when I get grindin’I know you hate it, it’s all goodWe out here gettin’ all this paperI know you mad, you wish you couldGet money, get money, get moneyPlease don’t get it confused, this is rap moneyMixed with a little street moneyI’m talkin’ ’bout them long drives, don’t sleep money*****es walking on the blade, that dirty deep moneyI was told don’t talk, just lookFamily on the streets, I was raised by the crooksCertified street, never raised by the bookStreet educated, I can tell that you shook, rapperEvery good girl love a hood niggaReal recognize real, you ain’t a real niggaI’m takin’ over companies, signing dealsIf you wanna build, make a mil, never skip a mealKeep your lips sealed nigga***** niggas, Tommy HillfigureYou take care your family, keep it real I ***** with yaBoy, there’s levels to this shitI set fire to that ass like the Devil in this *****Squad!I know you’re mad when I get grindin’I know you hate it, it’s all goodWe out here gettin’ all this paperI know you mad, you wish you couldGet money, get money, get money
