Get Money

(アルバム： BHP 2: NAACP (New Artists Aligning Cultural People) - 2015)

[Intro:]
Isn't it ironic, all you wanna do is smoke chronic

[Hook:]
You better get up, get out and get money
Get money, get money
Get money, get money
Get money, get money
Could spend your whole life tryna get high
Get high, get high
Get high, get high
Get high, get high
If ain't nothing else you get from it
Get from it, get from it
Get from it, get from it
Get from it, get from it
Could spend your whole life tryna get by
Get by, get by
Get by, get by
Get by, get by

[Verse 1:]
This for the niggas that be looking for a handout
Yeah he used to be a standout
Now he ain't got a pot to piss in
Prolly cause his plans didn't pan out
The type of nigga, if he see your weed laying on the table
He'll prolly take a gram out
And they're always tal'm 'bout
How they own the hood, nigga this is Uncle Sam's house
Man, all they do is shoot dice
He already got two strikes
Flex a nigga for like two pints
Mixed it with the Mountain Dew, he don't do Sprite
"They say young nigga, man you're too bright
Are you ever gonna do right?
Before I do 20 years
I'll work a 9 to 5, sit back and have a cool life
Ah I get it, y'all don't think it's cool to have a job
Fuck what these rap niggas tal'm 'bout
Ain't nothing cool about the mob
My nigga Trey robbed a Mexican
Now the cartel shooting at his car
All for a necklace
And a couple pair of shoes at the mall
Smoking all your weed up
Fucking up your re-up
Mad cause the girl that I'm with
Got a 43 butt and a B cup
Boy you're still staying at your mama's house
You won't even help your mama out
Now you're at your baby mama's crib
And she even got you sleeping on the couch

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Okay
Niggas in the pen fuck with me
Cause I'm tryna keep their sons out of prison
Grew up with some real hitmen
That'd put James Bond out of business
Pulling wisdom out my gums like a dentist
Same joint, on a mission, kept a gun in detention
I was run to my decisions
That I made when I was young cause my dumb intuitions now
It's become an epidemic
Every young white supremacist and they come with no witness now
It's your own homeboy
Snitching in his deposition so the judge cut his sentence down
You've been gone for a minute now
Shit, where's all the women now?
It's funny how y'all didn't work out
Suddenly she all into bitches now
Shawty it was all good
When he was buying all the red bottoms
But truth be told
You the reason why the Feds got him
To take care of your little spoiled ass
Before the shots you was sorta bad
You couldn't even afford a bag
Before the cash he was lower class
You ask him for a stack, he give you more than that
Making plays, running routes for the quarterback
All in Virginia with the Georgia tags
Something like Russell Simmons and Kimora had
Thought it was real but it was monetary
Won't even put no money on his commissary
If your homegirl a ho, you an honorary
Waiting on allowance from a nigga, broke bitch

[Hook]