GET MONEY

Grrt, grrt, baow Yeah, you know I like to grind for everythin' I got Niggas know that, on hood, look Listen I spin on his block with a .30 No, stupid nigga, don't worry I'ma pull from three like I'm Curry Then I'm off the scene in a hurry Go get money Don't talk like you really in the shit that you not I got a .30, I'm lettin' it pop That's on the gang, no I will not stop, look Impersonating what y'all doin' But I ain't really for the actin' And you know I'm pistol packin' Checked in, Locs', what's crackin'? Up the nina on the walk-in Just so I could see reactions Listen, I'm blastin' Listen, I'm blastin' I call up Zoe Peta on a drill (yo, where you at?) Headshot, my niggas shoot to kill (kill 'em) Gun blazin', grippin' on the steel (on the steel) Took his life, forgot to write the will You a dummy if you think you gon' run up And not get burnt up like the Sun (you gon' be burnt up) Roll 'em up like a blunt (like a blunt) Murder, homicide for the fun I know your bitch loved the back shots Don't do missionary when we rump (we ain't doin' no missionary) And when I back out the pole (the pole) Yeah, that bitch gon' dump (dump) Dump (dump), dump Yeah, that bitch gon' dump (dump) Dump (dump), dump Yeah, that bitch gon' dump (rrr) Wanna get with me, but shit could get sticky She came with the ass, bought her titties (I could afford that shit) And I went to Benny for the jewels (what's crackin' Benny?) I don't follow code, break rules (break rules) Neighborhood Crip but I'm reppin' the set When I throw up when I walk up in the room (hood) When you hear the click, go boom (go boom) Hear the click, go boom (grrt) I spin on his block with a .30 No, stupid nigga, don't worry I'ma pull from three like I'm Curry Then I'm off the scene in a hurry Go get money Don't talk like you really in the shit that you not I got a .30, I'm lettin' it pop That's on the gang, no I will not stop, look Impersonating what y'all doin' But I ain't really for the actin' And you know I'm pistol packin' Checked in, Locs', what's crackin'? Up the nina on the walk-in Just so I could see reactions Listen, I'm blastin' Listen, I'm blastin' As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil Fear no evil, fear no evil Fear no evil As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil I spin on his block with a .30 No, stupid nigga, don't worry I'ma pull from three like I'm Curry Then I'm off the scene in a hurry Go get money Don't talk like you really in the shit that you not I got a .30, I'm lettin' it pop That's on the gang, no I will not stop, look Impersonating what y'all doin' But I ain't really for the actin' And you know I'm pistol packin' Checked in, Locs', what's crackin'? Up the nina on the walk-in Just so I could see reactions Listen, I'm blastin' Listen, I'm blastin' Go get money Go get money Go get money Go get money Go get money Money --- Get Money - Dusty Locane