Lil Bandss - Get Money

Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Aye Aye Aye
Bitch we finna get money in this hoe, Never bend never fold
Make em drop on the floor, Police knockin' at my door
Opposition broke, Run up gettin' smoked
Finna make him float, Rollin up this dope
Opps walkin' past throw them bands up in the air
Try rob us, Get it Crackin' never scared
Don't mind me i be stackin' all this bread
Play with me boy you finna end up dead
If you play finna put 20 bullets in your head
If you ain't bout the money what the fuck you doing homie
You a bitch, You a rat, You a fuckin' phoney
Yeah you know I'm strapped with the fuckin' 40. on me
Run up on me, Finna leave you in the past
Yeah bitch i be stackin' all this cash
Cops pull up, Yeah we finna do the dash
Bitch we finna leave yo brains on the floor
Shawty dancing on the poll, Bitch it's gettin' hella cold
Get the money and some more, Bitch u finna end up poor
Sneak dissin' on insta finna get u merked
Put my dick in your hoe, She said it fuckin' hurt
Did the drop on the opps, Left them in the dirt
Yeah I'm finna show them pussys ain't no hoe in me
Yeah he steady trippin', It ain't hard to see
When I fuck your bitch finna fuck her on the beach
Shawty legendary when she down up on her knees
All this weed in my lungs make it hard to breath
Yeah I'm sippin' on the sprite mixed it with the lean
The Glock and the Beam make you go to sleep
It's so fuckin' hard to wake up when you in your dreams
R.I.P homie, Hope u fuckin Rest In Piece
Yeah, Rest IN Piece
Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Bitch get money, Get money
Aye Aye Aye

Written by:
Sage Morris

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