Moonie Houston - Go get the Money (feat. Dmv Troopa)

Cash rules everything, money over everything
Take me where I've never been, show me what I've never seen
And that's every single season, The rule of all evil
Well, guess I'm a demon, I'm going all out

For that Federal Reserve never
Mind what you thought if you believe what you heard, hater
A-moon, I think my mind's gone
All I could do is get my grind on, let's get this money

If you're net worth Jordan's and clothes, then we got different goals
I don't rock a slave chain, it ain't cause I ain't got the change
All this good money talk, I like the conversation
All of your business right, then what's your occupation

I wear a lot of hats, I keep a couple hustles
A lot of sources of income, we don't worry when rent come
Like to gamble, then win some, take a trip, you should spend some
They'll show you how to make it, but don't tell you how to keep it

Ask a nigga about his credit, he gon' tell you about some street shit
These niggas want loans, f*** a Dow Jones
Ain't no trading places, you better save them franklins
Or investing banking

Don't get mad, get your money
Say don't get mad, get your money
Control your emotions, get your money
Don't get mad, get your money

One, two, five, ten, twenty, fifty, hundred
Banknotes euros, go get you some money
Hundreds and fifties down to the twenties and tens
Fives and ones, whatever

Getting money the new trends, you know
I don't own paintings, but this art I'm painting a
Lead me to Franklin, and not Saint
I'm talking Guap talk, business calls, meetings over Hot plates

Contracts, boss talk, meet me at them high stakes
Gotta get that money right, till it's all over
We tryna stack that bread until it fall over
I put that shoebox money in that account

Lock the safe, then I ain't never take it out
I swear to God
Go get the money
Don't get mad, get your money

Written by:
Deronta ford, James Thompson 3rd

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