Get Money Lyrics - God's Gift - Romeo

Get Money, Get Cash 

Let Them Haters Hate 

I live for good cream 

The fens they want me 

I'm not cooked coke 

But I feed the dope-fens 

Hip Hops in My blood 

Like Veins that Ivy's 

The son of a hustler 

Y'all follow my lead 

My shows sold out 

Cause the kids they love me 

The Kobe of the game 

And y'all just in little leagues, yea 

Why play hard when y'all cats is practice 

Half kid, half amazing 

Why y'all dudes is whackers 

Same game, new team 

But never play for the Raptors 

Keep a camera man cause y'all dudes is actors 

I'm Kanyeing em 

Rick Ross Raying Em 

Play like Jason Young 

Got the whole hood haten em 

Crib look like a football stadium 

Light brothers out 

Well I think they back into em 

Got your girl trying to read me like a psychic 

Tell her to hit me on my Teen Mobile Sidekick 

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You follow me cause I'm a leader 

I'ma show you how to treat her 

Put it up on 22's 

Paint it up like its easter 

So young but I'm fly 

Now you looking at them sneakers 

P. Miller yea I treat em like Adidas 

Five-hundred mill and we steady getting rich 

Can't be De Ja Vu cause my name ain't Jiggilo 

Most cats can't read so I'm about to paint a picture 

I've been starving to long now I'm about to come get yea 

You wanna stunt don't do that no 

I don't do shopping sprees cause I live in the mall 

Dudes hate on my game but I'm killing em all 

Hey I got that crack money 

Cause its climbing the wall 

You better grab your chick got me on the cell phone 

Hormones rising yea you better take your girl home 

From the south but get hiffy like the BANG 

Real dudes lean back and do what the hook say 

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I'm C-los I'm about to step up 

In this game and spit a message 

If all these fake thugs 

Little test they'd get an F 

I'm all on the screen 

Will still get respect 

Ain't chewing on no bubble gum 

But grill still is the freshest 

I'm an animal don't meet me 

I'll have to handle you 

And open up a can of you 

I ain't talk about no Cambell Soup 

Still won't beef 

I'll meet two people 

Who look and handle you 

My chain stay flashing 

Same as a little camera do 

No you don't stand a chance 

My diamonds make a you half glance 

Don't talk to loud around me 

All this ice will cause an avalanche 

Me, I'm a handful 

Plus another gutta gutta 

Ride with the plucka plucka 

Theres ain't anotha brotha 

Like a crash 

Like Micheal Jackson 

House a giant mansion 

Just imagine people staring 

Say watch my star mansion 

King T lows, chain hang low 

And my mouth resemble skittles 

Dog I really taste the rainbow