Yeah
Go get that money don't stop
Go get that money don't stop
Go get that money don't stop
Let's go
I'm in the spot, just me and the hitters
I'm spendin' quality time with the killers
This bitch a forty, I altered the trigger
I took my bitch to a Miami villa
Lil' mama feel safe 'cause she fuckin' a shotta
I don't understand shit but a motherfuckin' comma
He come with that stupid shit, he a done dadda
Ain't tellin' on gang, I ain't takin' no profits
When you come in my crib, bitch, you better come proper
Rap is no bap, mean they ain't takin' nada
We'll go to war with you niggas like Gaza
Just dropped the ten pack, the Whatchamacallit
My lil hood bitch gone top me while rockin' a bonnet
I'ma kick in the door with a fresh pair of Lanvins
Just gave out two pieces Market and Brandy
Custom made date damn this bitch
I'm with three hoes and turnt at the Aria
These niggas hoes they be actin' like trannies
New York with that set like I'm Saquon and Danny
Shoutout my scammer, he straight from Uganda
Fuckin' a ten and she came from Rwanda
I'm up in Bergdorf, I'm spendin' a fifty
Got so many shootin', they'll wipe out a city
He can't do a pushup I cannot respect you
Got money, don't need bodyguards to protect you
Solar system got the light beam combination
Hop out on the bullshit, I like confrontation
On a PJ, I'm finna go fly up to Aspen
Havin' zero for days in that money I'm baskin'
I stay at the Carlton, I'm feelin' real rich
Got a shotgun like that, 'cause they tryna come blitz
On the big homie, you best be respectful
Lost a whole hundred ball that shit neglectful
Yeah
Go get that money don't stop
Go get that money don't stop
Go get that money don't stop
Let's go
Go get that money don't stop
Go get that money don't stop
Go get that money don't stop
My dog got a Glock 26 with the 21
Bookbag stuff with a honeybun
ARP special made came with a red drum
Snatch a box from the West like I'm Calvin Wrigley
Damn this shit must be fresh, 'cause it's very stinky
At the Waldorf, I'm countin' up one-fifty
In the AMG truck goin' one-fifty
I sent a thousand, I bet them hoes gone quickly
Show a millie in cash, now they feelin' shifty
She be throwin' that ass like a pole dancer
Got a sweet tooth, I'm burnin' on Jolly Ranchers
Futuristic, I'm trappin out Lucy cars
Gotta plug that bitch up, had to let it charge
They just let my dog free from a homi' charge
Got the new FN stick, that bitch camouflage
Yeah
Go get that money don't stop
Go get that money don't stop
Go get that money don't stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Go get that money don't stop
Go get that money don't stop
Go get that money don't stop
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