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Tryna hit the belly like a Buddha
More moola,
get that money, get that money, get that… get that money
Turning Jackson to Benny’s
Purple scars, pinky edgies
Get that money
Yea, disturbing, my money talkin', I’m never walkin
One talk for me, was struck for me
I wanna call you the hero with a couple more 0’s
Get that money, get that money, get that… get that money

Fuck bitches, get money (x 8)

What would you do if I hung with Gretas?
Rolling around with them 4-5 in leathers
Ay I can’t hear ya
What is this? I’m like here ya
What would you do if I worked 9 to 5
Stackin them checks just tryin to get by
Ay I can’t hear ya
What is this? I’m can’t hear ya

Pre-Chorus:
I made it like oh! I’m tryna take over the world
‘Cause stars ain’t fall from the earth
And I’m still kickin the dirt and yall know she could be worse
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‘Cause the price tag homie is worthless
Warriors klook and reverse in
You know how we do
We’re shootin' full the moon.
Chorus
Get that money,
I’m getting mine, you can’t take that from me
Ain’t that so? I’m so sorry
You getting growth, bigger ain’t funny
Stack that dough, get that money
I’m getting mine, you can’t take that from me
Ain’t that so? I’m so sorry
You getting rough nigga ain’t that funny
Fuck bitches, get money (x 8)

What would you do if I was chasing that body?
Holding you down while I’m inside your honey
Ay I can’t hear ya
What is this? I’m like here ya
What would you do if I was sitting in garbage?
Putting in work and getting brain like luggage
Ay I'm right here ya
What is this? I can’t hear ya
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Fuck bitches, get money ( x 8)

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