Vq - Money Long

Gotta get my money right
Gotta get my
Gotta get my money right
Give a fuck what you doin' tonight
Makin' sure my paper right
Gotta feed my appetite
Tell em pussy ass leave me lone
Tryna get my money long
Keep goin', keep movin' on
Don't know what the fuck you on
I do this for all of my fam in the south
I ain't talkin' the Bayou
I'm workin' my nigga I ain't into runnin' my mouth
I'm just blowin' right by you
I'm in a position to make sure the dough don't run out
I don't kick it like Ryu
I'm tryna send my son to college and give him a house
Nigga what you about
Stack up a lot and I spend up a little
This for cousin bout' to face a nickel
Bro we gon' beat it like the instrumental
Bro you ain't leavin' gas up on the pedal, I
Gotta keep it pushin' give a fuck who lookin' workin' for the better days bitch
Never been a pussy always puffin' cookies every single fuckin' day bitch
I taste it, I love it
Ooooh
I'm chasin' that money
Mooovve
I don't want no cuddy
Shhooo
I'm all bout' the money
Truuuee
I stick and I move
I'm smokin' on 2, I'm slappin' that Woo
You actin' a foo
I'm playin' it coo, ima do what I do
Gotta get my dough right
I can't be no lowlife
Gotta get my dough right
I live mine, live your life
Yeah I'm on my own hype
Its your day, its your night
Gotta get my, gotta get my, gotta get my dough right
Gotta get my money right
Give a fuck what you doin' tonight
Makin' sure my paper right
Gotta feed my appetite
Tryna get my, tryna get my
Tryna get my money long
Tryna get my, tryna get my money long
Gotta get my money right
Give a fuck what you doin' tonight
Makin' sure my paper right
Gotta feed my appetite
Tell em pussy ass leave me lone
Tryna get my money long
Keep goin', keep movin' on
Don't know what the fuck you on
But me ima get it for me and people
Legal and illegal
Member' I used to pull up in a Regal
Barely pump in a liter
I don't forget the feelin' cuz the feelin' is lethal
Like a shot of a needle
Thats why I'm stayin' focused bro this world is deceitful
Ima stick to the c-note
Bitch I been broke and I ain't goin' back
Layin' on the floor, sleepin' back to back
Never eatin' dinner I just had a snack
You wonder why I hustle wonder why I rap
You wonder why I'm movin' movin' like that
You know I'll never quit I'll never turn my back
I'm stickin' to this shit I gotta lead the pack
Loyal to my city doin' this for Sac, yeah
I got me a couple of real ones, I don't fuck with you niggas
I don't need me a pill to feel somethin', I'm feelin' myself bitch
Them zannys be making' you sound dumb, wonder why I ain't with em
You gon' lose some and you win some, but I'm still gon' be here bitch
I'm gettin' my money right
I like the get money type
No actin' no Money Mikes
Gotta see what big money like
Makin' sure that my circle tight
Makin' sure ain't no snake in sight
Turn up make sure the bass is right
While I make sure my money right
Yeah, yeah

Written by:
Ivan Vazquez

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