Get Money Lyrics - Shy Glizzy

[Intro] 

GG, lil bitch, 33rd 

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy] 

Yeah, how the fuck you winning, now you niggas look crummy 

Ask me where I been? Nigga I been getting money 

Walkin' through the storm, I knew my days would get sunny 

If I don't do shit, nigga i"m a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money 

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[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy] 

What the fuck is up? Keep a pistol in the tuck 

Sipping on that cup, that shit kick you in the butt 

Might get a fiancée, but my bitch ain't in a rush 

Shout out Elliante, know my neck and wrist is bust 

Baby this is Prada, yeah she do it for the dolla 

Girl where you get that ass from? She get it from her mom 

These niggas talking that ra-ra shit but they don't want no drama 

We pulling up with hollow tips, I put that on my mama 

He fucking all the hoes, he be putting on them clothes 

He rock the Gucci loafers when he cooking on the stove 

A lotta, lotta smoke, you don't want it? Hold your nose 

Ten piece with the blue cheese, that's a bankroll, oh 

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy] 

How the fuck you winning, now you niggas look crummy 

Ask me where I been? Nigga I been getting money 

Walkin' through the storm, I knew my days would get sunny 

If I don't do shit, nigga i"m a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money 

[Verse 2: Rick Ross] 

Brand new black Ferrari fat boy known to pop a clutch 

Bought another Rollie, Presidential is a must 

By the way that bottle, Belaire only one I touch 

Any nigga got a problem got a hot boy that'll bust 'em 

Half the market now the problem kilo by the crate 

C-Notes in the safe, cause C-notes on my face 

Indicted, I'ma fight it, like I'm Micheal Tyson 

Lawyer custom model, that's a couple car notes 

Homie doing fed time 

After 10 it's bedtime 

Snitchin' and you red line 

Dig a ditch and lay around 

Never wanted to play around 

Pussy boy don't make a sound 

Swishers in the wave cap 

Get money still in style 

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy] 

How the fuck you winning, now you niggas look crummy 

Ask me where I been? Nigga I been getting money 

Walkin' through the storm, I knew my days would get sunny 

If I don't do shit, nigga i"m a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money 

I'm a get money, nigga I'm a get money