Tre-C - Get Bread, Pt. 2

(Woah, Skrt!)
Pick up the money and go (Huh)
Pick up the money and go (KaChow!)
Pick up the money and go (Woah skrt)
Go (Woah)
Pick up the money and go (Yeah)
Pick up the money and go
Pick up the money and go (Get it get it get it)
Go

House shoes on my feet
Whole foods in my seat (That's right)
I'm in traffic
While I'm smoking on this cabbage (I'm smoking cabbage)
I pick up money then I motherfucking vanish (I'm gone woah!)
My niggas get the money but they might just damage ya (KaChow! Yea!)
Visions of a nigga living lavish (That's right! Woah!)
When it's bout this money I turn to a savage (Yea!)
No Y the group No Y be the gang (That's right! Uh)
Money over a fame I heard yo bitch a lame (Aye! Woah!)
Aye
You and me don't think the same (We don't!)
Baby I can't lose cause this is not a game (No its not! yea!)
When you level up you supposed to change (Yeah you supposed to yeah)
Smoking on this fade because it keep me sane (Gas! Yeah it do! Ooh!)
Most you niggas fold if them coppers came (Fold! Woah)
She don't need to even know my whole name (She don't need to know!)
Why she asking all these questions (Yeah)
Who she testing? (Who she? Woah! Skrt!)
Yeah she got class
And lil mama got that ass (Yeah she got it, hey)
So I swerve (Swerve)
Pull up on her curb (I pulled up yea)
I'm sipping gin (Gin! Gin!)
So you know my speech absurd (Yeah you kno)
I hit her phone (Phone!)
Baby tell me what's the word (KaChow!)
Come fuck with me (Yea! That's right!)
Heard yo boyfriend is a dweeb (He is! Uh!)
Get the guac (Guac!)
Green on my shirt (My shirt! Woah!)
This money talks (It talks)
Baby I'm gon make it work (I make it work, uh, yeah!)

Pick up the money and go
Pick up the money and go
Pick up the money and go
Go
Pick up the money and go
Pick up the money and go
Pick up the money and go
Go

Written by:
Tremain Brown

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