Lyrics:
pop shit the way I pop it
Million-dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin' (bling)
Say he got money, where it went? What happened?
Sign with Gucci Mane
standin' by da scene
Purple codeine inside a nigga drink
Presidential Rolley had 2 take out a lens
If you wasn't gettin' money nigga den we need 2 leave
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix)
Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy)
and flowers over snitches
Money over bitches and flowers over snitches
Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)?
Mr., Mr. Scarface,
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
seen a nigga jumpin' through yo window
Don't even trip
I confiscate this money in the name of the Mobb
It's on yo bitch
We'll juss pistol whip
playin'
Wit pistol in my muthafuckin' right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin'
Give your muthafuckin' money out ya fuckin' pockets
Give me
to back, it's nothin'
Gucci Mane trick on a bitch, no cuffin'
Baby sucked my dick I gave her two clean hundreds
I didn't have a deal niggas thought it
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
the two-seater
So put your Porche up, (uh)
Get your divorce up, (uh)
I'm sure she'll sign it when she seen me put my doors up
Mane, them niggas only wanna
the two's
I seen niggas gettin' rich
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
I was tired of havin' shit
Then days went by, then days
I seen niggas gettin' rich,
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by,
I was tired of not havin' shit,
Then days went by, then days went
girl, she gettin' paid today
Ha hah ha
I live Thug Life and let the money come to me
Cause they can never take the
Game from a young G
I pack a pistol in
‘bout tossin' them dices and shit cause that shit it won't last
cnd you already know that
Mane I just wanna make the money, get the money
You know that
don't cry, cause even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a real G
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin
by you in the coupe fuck I miss my roof
Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money
a pistol
Motherfucka' better pull it
And even if they kill me they can never take the life of a young G.
I'm gettin' money
I'm gettin' money
I'm
hurricane get money in every way
Get my frito lay go to Montego Bay
Grab uh thick Jamaican chick and make her feed my ego mane
Fuckin pussy just ta cope
respect that if he owned it, but nah he ain't take that route
Let's go
Imma get this money that's by all means
I'm fillin' prescriptions like I'm Walgreens
off missiles
For the right price young max
God will kill you, money is so beneficial
My trap it be coming with issues
Gotta keep swishers and pistols
quick stay on his shit and I won't turn into food mane
Put on my necklace look at them diamonds water water juice mane
Gettin' this money go to Bora
Pistols and cocaine
Hubloted off that dope, mane
Pockets full of ghosts off that dope game
Dope chain, dope lane
Made a half a mil off that green
up
My brain fried; I'm on the skull of the Impala
I'm high on kush, it's 'bout my money mixed with power
So keep it brief
Nigga, two hundred
Chorus: Money over here money over there/Pistol on the counter chopper by the stairs/I be makin' fee I be makin' fare/Get it poppin ni**a we can take
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