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Zaytoven

Go Get The Money

 

Go Get The Money

(album: Trapholizay - 2018)


[Yo Gotti & Rick Ross:]
That boy Zay on the beat
Maybach Music
Zaytoven
Aye, I'm talking everything Versace
This shit like Versace dream, you know what I'm talking 'bout?
(Aye, bruh, bring me one of them things that they put of they head and shit)
These four got Versace soul (I want the gown and all that shit)
Muthafucking tea cup, silverware (I'm rocking them Js though)
I feel rich in this muthafucka', aye

[Yo Gotti:]
I just got back from Dubai (bai)
I'm on these Xans so high (high)
I'm in first class with two-fifty (two-fifty)
I'm in first class Meek Milly (yeah)
Fuck JFK airport, lost my grip over Customs (Customs)
Say he had the one in Georgia (what?), he been sipping on that oil (aye)
I been out in Abu Dhabi, this shit got me spoiled (spoiled)
They be dressed up head to toe, all they bitches loyal
Wraith, Maybach (skrrt, skrrt), Drophead (skrrt), all that (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I hope your hoe don't post that
I may post a million cash Thursday, that's a throw back
No more fun, that bitch boring, I may give your hoe back
This a Zay track and I talk nothing but yay on it
This that good music, fuck around and put 'Ye on it
This a Roc track, I fuck around and put Jay on it
Dope boy, I rock designer with my Js on
I'm always rocking Loubs so I'm always on the red carpet
I don't watch the news, all this gossip none of my dogs started
Get money for a hobby, my living room a lobby
And all my niggas shooters, so honestly I don't know who shot him
You snitching and you rotting, I see these little rappers teaming up
I think they plotting, (brrr) got him

[Rick Ross:]
Maybach Music
Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay
Go get the money machine, Zay, plug in the money machine, Zay
Plug in the money money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay
We need the money machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh
Go get the money machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh
Plug in the money machine, huh, I need the money machine, Zay
We need the money money machine, Zay, we need the money machine, Zay
We need the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay

[T.I.:]
How much you think they would pay for your life?
In the trap with the weed and the yay and the dice
Do it big for my niggas doing bids in the struggle
Free Kaep, Meek, middle finger to them suckas
We don't hear them motherfuckas, we get rid of motherfuckas
I'm a big dog, bark, you a little motherfucka
I get your bitch get dicked down right after she get ate like knife in her
Have her screaming THUG LIFE in her
Her face look better with my pipe in it
On Percocets and Vicodin, good weed and mushrooms
You see the drink is all in the kitchen and the white girls in and outta dressing room
I finna fuck that shit, is you in or not?
There's a bag full of money, we'll be in or not
From what I heard you asked me if I wanna get shot
Shoot somebody else do a bid or not

[Pusha T:]
AMG the fo, carbon fiber, niggas peeling out
Push button, roof is changing colors, fuck the ceiling now
Cooking powder in a crockpot 'til it's spilling out
Million dollar marching dope boys, bring my children out
Feel 'em out, you the plug, spit 'em out
You the hub, send 'em out, Palm Island
Rent a house, fly her in, rent her mouth
Center stage, spending now, send her back
Sweat it out, with a bag, breaded out, yeah!
I would rather sell dope forever niggas (ever niggas)
Take my chances instead of rapping with you peasant niggas (peasant niggas)
Underwater bring it back like it's a treasure nigga (treasure nigga)
King Push and Zaytoven, it's whatever niggas

[Rick Ross:]
Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay
Go get the money machine, Zay, plug in the money machine, Zay
Plug in the money money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay
We need the money machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh
Go get the money machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh
Plug in the money machine, huh, I need the money machine, Zay
We need the money money machine, zay, we need the money machine, Zay
We need the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay

done

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