Cammac - G.T.M.

Get that money
Get that money
Get that money
Get that money
We gon Get that money
We gon that money
Get that money
Get that money
Get that money
We gon Get that money
We gon Get that money
We gon that money
Is this really what you want
Is this really what need
Diamonds dance and sing
I could make yo dreams come true
Right now you just a dreamer
Who you play for
Switch the team up
At school sip lean in the bleachers
She a bad mamacita
I think she Puerto Rican
She come to spend the weekend
She know that I be cheifn
I heard she a thotty
But she freakin
Popped a bean made her do a handstand
She said cammac
God dang you so is so handsome
Meet me at the hotel I’m in the hamptons
Room 607 yeah I’m on the west end
I told her bring her thotties yeah bring yo best friends
Grandpa used to tell me pull my pants up
Pops use to tell me get my bands up
Momma said spraying stuff
Or you gonna get locked up
Ion wanna get locked up
Rather run my Guap up
Ion wanna get locked up
Rather run my Guap up
Ball like I am Kobe ball like I’m gnobili
When I shoot my shot baby you know that Its going
Ball like iam Kobe ball like I’m gnobili
When i shoot my shot baby you know that’s it’s going
Get that money
Get that money
Get that money
Get that money
We gon get that money
We gon get that money
Get that money
Get that money

Written by:
cameron haynes

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