Get That Money Lyrics - Young Thug

My bitches be running, they chasing that paper 

I'll serve you like waiters, I'm high like a scraper 

Put a hole in your head, you look like a pacer 

I'm sliming, I'm coming, know why I look at you funny? 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money 

I'm cashing out for 100 P's 

Put em straight in the trap and then it collect the green 

Your bitches want to caress the young slime king 

Your old man want to arrest me for some slime things 

I'm a fucking king cobra 

Thugger, Thugger, not snitching, but I told ya 

Catch a trip, now they hit him with that mini chopper 

I'm not talking Africans but they say blocka blocka 

I can't stop 

I got young niggas standing on the block 

I told him chill but he refused to stop selling rocks 

He told me I never need license, he go shoot at cops 

Put em down, Thugga run round with 100 some rounds 

Serving in everyone's town 

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My bitches be running, they chasing that paper 

I'll serve you like waiters, I'm high like a scraper 

Put a hole in your head, you look like a pacer 

I'm sliming, I'm coming, know why I look at you funny? 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money 

These niggas ain't got no money to dress like I dress 

These niggas don't show out and be oh so fresh 

Got red bottoms for me and my chick 

My camera man got red bottoms on cause I'm so rich 

My bus driver wearing Louis cause I'm Gucci bitch 

My chef got on Ferragamos, nigga cook that shit 

I got that stupid bread, my mama don't got to want for shit 

I bought a hard top Lamb, didn't even want the shit 

1017 Brick squad, bitch I own that shit 

A nigga disrespect me, I can't condone that shit 

I got a 10 O clock appointment at the office, trick 

They pour a half a pint of lean in that coffee bitch 

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My bitches be running, they chasing that paper 

I'll serve you like waiters, I'm high like a scraper 

Put a hole in your head, you look like a pacer 

I'm sliming, I'm coming, know why I look at you funny? 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money 

My bitches chase money, my bitches chase money