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HoodRich Pablo Juan

Go Get $$

 

Go Get $$

(album: Designer Drugz - 2015)


Slept with the roaches in the slum
Slept by the crumbs
You can tell that I'm hungry
My struggling turned into hustling
Young nigga, go get money
I know how it feels to have nothing
My stomach used to be grumbling
I'm breaking my ankles chasing paper
And I'm still running
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money

Do it in a minute for the young nigga
Young nigga, go get money
Breaking my ankles, I'm chasing the paper
And I'm still running
Marathon with the roadrunning
All over the world like I'm Pablo Columbus
Came a long way from juuging things
Now I make plays in different countries
Young nigga, go get money
Twelve coming, I ain't see nothing
Play with the keys, I got horny
Young nigga feeling like Stevie Wonder
Hop out my stove and y'all pregnant
I'm seeing babies all in the hoods and
I'm the bird man that came from nothing
I'm a young thug

Slept with the roaches in the slum
Slept by the crumbs
You can tell that I'm hungry
My struggling turned into hustling
Young nigga, go get money
I know how it feels to have nothing
My stomach used to be grumbling
I'm breaking my ankles chasing paper
And I'm still running
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money

You can get money in one way or another
I got two ways or a hundred
Keep your head up, you just look for a plug
To fall out the sky like a comet
The people out here want to vomit
Young niggas sick to they stomach
Pull up, this will cost a hundred
Clean up the money, coin laundry
I'm just a product of my environment
Seem like the streets is the only one hiring
Men in black, see the A with the K
They say I'm a menace to society
Used to have to wear hand me downs to school
I don't wanna go to pep rallies
R.I.P. Baby G
You just serve at the store and hide dope in the alley

Slept with the roaches in the slum
Slept by the crumbs
You can tell that I'm hungry
My struggling turned into hustling
Young nigga, go get money
I know how it feels to have nothing
My stomach used to be grumbling
I'm breaking my ankles chasing paper
And I'm still running
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money
Young nigga, go get money

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