We the young niggas gettin' money, yeah Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah Niggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah We the fuckin' Get Money Bros 30, you a fool for this one Ear Drummers

It goes one for the money, two for the dough All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the

What are you on? What are you I know what I meant for my nigga, I'm respected My life is for my people, they been movin' reckless Trap, job, plat' niggas workin' restless All you want is my money but do you respect it? Oh girl, what are you on? Oh girl,

Like controlla, controlla, yeah I think I'd lie for you I think I'd die for you Jodeci "Cry for You" Do things when you want me to I do it how you say you want it Them girls, they just wanna take my money They don't want me to give you nothing They don't

Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the

You oughta know by now Is that all you get for your money And it seems such a waste of time If that's what it's all about Mama, if that's movin' up then I'm movin' out Anthony works in the grocery store Savin' his pennies for someday Mama Leone left a

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing Forty thousand in my pocket (you see it) Another twenty on the way (you see it, ay) I got a fish for a dollar (you see it, uh) Five hundred for the Jays (you see it, ay) I get money out the ass (you see it) I

Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been spending my money on other women You've been taking money from someone else I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago Come back home baby, try my love one more time Well your mother

Now the oil's gone And the money's gone All the jobs are gone Still we're hangin' on Down in dry county To wash the sins from off our hands Praying for some holy water The promise has run dry Where nobody cries

I've been doin' me Yeah, I've been doin' me Followin' my dreams If I took the hand that was dealt me then I would be nowhere in life Yeah, I had to think smart Threw away the deck and got my own cards Long before I had the money to afford a car Yeah, I'm