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chief kellz - get that money lyrics

[intro]
mogyasɛm nkoaa
shoutout psyko
my n+gga let’s go

[verse 1: chief kellz]
aye
this the rebirth kellz is ’94 till infinity
tap my benz in back then make i show you how the city be
we still dey lack amenities, the youngin’s show no pity g
the scent from the lagoon makes it hard, you no fit to breathe
where my money dey? we be playing some hunger games
keep your eyes peeled, yɛ wae wo side mirror or bumper stains
try to stake bet for wins or losses, a lotta cake bruh
figure this be silicon city dey show some fake breast
we made less than made guys, gang lesser than 8 guys
’cause my new shawty a cook, love how i eat it when she bake pies
hit the brown shrooms then i take flight
if i read the room it’s all fake love, ohemaa try dey make love
on gang, ’cause the f+ck is overrated
if you pull a fast one on me, on god, i no go hate it
through the stress and pain, we just dey charge it to the game
trynna change this apple watch on my wrist to a plain jane
or a bust down, we ain’t stopping till they track down
keep that ass up like you l!cking, keep that tongue down
need my bands up, saw you tricking nti ma ma wo down
saw the opp man in a friendly suit, ma ma no rounds
brrr brrrr
[hook]
(get that money)
give it all back to back

[verse 2: chief kellz]
catch me for the maamli, city life, i’m with the dons
chess board, me yɛ chess king, mo mo yɛ p+wns
grandson like i’m von, rest in o block
either break bread or break hoes, no time to show love
hip hop, non stop
trap trap, we don’t stop
trynna flip this cash bag in tank tops and black trucks
worship in the strip spot, naija mami ass fat
molly on my tongue, put the big six in her ass crack
red hot, 2 hoes, devil like a taz man
she know i got the pack, keep saying chief is that man
wo yɛ me crush tesɛ sunny, so fancy
throwing h+lla ones ’cause i just want see you dance b
z4 m40i 2020, that’s fast speed
trynna stack my cheese up, keep it milky like nestle
4 bed for aburi hills, k!ller pass beverly
trynna stay clean, stay fresher than a dead meat
so i dey

[hook]
(get that money)
[verse 3: chief kellz]
whoa, so make we (get that money)
you can’t take that from me
shoutout the og’s, laid the trap talk pon me
moving correct, never funny
picture perfect, never blurry
celebrating with the champagne glasses, forever merry
backwoods filled the cherry, banging hoover like i’m larry
ghana baddie shaking chocolate booty up on the ferry like
aye
nti blr foɔ nyinaa, we still out here
we still dey (get that money)

- chief kellz lyrics

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