Waka Flocka Flame Ft. Kobe - Get Money Lyrics

Get Money Lyrics by Waka Flocka Flame

(feat. Kobe)



Big homie Flock

BSM



Automatics and dice games

We was gettin' money till the Feds came

Big Daddy Kane on my clothes and you could still smell raw cocaine

Would my family have survived without cocaine?

We thank God when that blow came

Walkin' through the rain without a coat

Livin' with a .. prove, hope that we all make it out to get ..

Leonardo how I paint these pictures

My niggas so relentless, vicious

Eat your food, do your dishes

Now all your family's left with is memories and pictures

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches

Get money, stack money

I wish they act wrong, even act funny

I got bitches that'll die, killers that'll clap for me



I know you're mad when I get grindin'

I know you hate it, it's all good

We out here gettin' all this paper

I know you mad, you wish you could

Get money, get money, get money



Please don't get it confused, this is rap money

Mixed with a little street money

I'm talkin' 'bout them long drives, don't sleep money

Bitches walking on the blade, that dirty deep money

I was told don't talk, just look

Family on the streets, I was raised by the crooks

Certified street, never raised by the book

Street educated, I can tell that you shook, rapper

Every good girl love a hood nigga

Real recognize real, you ain't a real nigga

I'm takin' over companies, signing deals

If you wanna build, make a mil, never skip a meal

Keep your lips sealed nigga

Fuck niggas, Tommy Hillfigure

You take care your family, keep it real I fuck with ya

Boy, there's levels to this shit

I set fire to that ass like the Devil in this bitch

Squad!



I know you're mad when I get grindin'

I know you hate it, it's all good

We out here gettin' all this paper

I know you mad, you wish you could

Get money, get money, get money