F.O.E Shawn The Don - Get Money Or Die

Turn me up,
What you doin' I'm runnin' to the money
I stay gettin' money, in a trap I'm gettin' money
You know I'm gettin' money, Big 40 on my hip
nigga try and take it from me, got some niggas round my way
That'll kill you for the money
Shout out to Seven and Six, y'all made me this
Used to hustle for some kicks, now it's ice on my wrist
No need for no lights, F-O-E in this bitch
Choppin' blades Versace shades, as I ride behind tint
This leather interior, it look like the Raiders
A big up to Vegas, introduced me to flavors
A long ass run, I ain't second to none
Was the first one in the hood, with a hundred round drum
Yeah, and I let that bitch go, whenever I smell smoke
All them pussies, they choked, I still left em soaked
Don't go back on my word, whatever occur
If I catch yo ass lacking, put your dick in the dirt
Damn life sucks, for you and not us
Get off of your knees, nigga, pull your panties up
They all in the bunch, I eat you pussies for lunch
I ain't doin' no more fronts, cuz these niggas pull stunts
I'll chop Jackie Chan, swinging through like Tarzan
Tryna tip over the scale with a thousand more grams
I'm the king of my city, I'm the head of the jungle
When this AR go off, nigga, I make it sound like thunder
I'm runnin' to the money, I stay gettin' money
In the trap, I'm gettin' money, you know I'm gettin' money
Big 40 on my hip, nigga, try and take it from me
Got some niggas round my way, that'll kill you for the money
I'm runnin' to the money, I stay gettin' money
In the trap, I'm gettin' money, you know I'm gettin' money
Big 40 on my hip, nigga, try and take it from me
Know some niggas run my way, that'll kill you for the money
I was checkin' niggas in, nigga, I ain't checkin' in
My life been full of sin, can't imagine what I did
You claim you niggas slidin', my niggas really slid
Was gone for some years, I had to do a bid
Came home, facing ten, gave da block, another spin
A real boss talking, I created many trends
I motivate plenty, some hate cuz of envy
And I'm still puttin' on for my motherfuckin' city
Its family over everything, ain't shit changed
It's get money or die, so stay the fuck out my lane
I'm runnin' to the money, I stay gettin' money
In the trap, I'm gettin' money, you know I'm gettin' money
Big 40 on my hip, nigga, try and take it from me
Know some niggas round my way, that'll kill you for the money

Written by:
LaShawn Holston

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