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og cuicide - money up lyrics

[intro: lil flip]
we gettin’ money, ay, we gettin’ money (yea)
we gettin’ money, ay, we gettin’ money (yea)
we gettin’ money, ay, we gettin’ money (hey, hey, hey, hey)
go and get your cash up, don’t make us have to mask up

[verse: og cuicide]
i’m in the rag lamborghini, smokin’ cohiba‘s
never worry about haters when you tote heaters
i’m from the west side of compton, out the gutter lane
cuicide a og and i’m runnin’ things
got my money up, homie, so i’m livin’ life
four kids that i love and a pretty wife
since a li’l dude, y’all, i been getting bread
lights out for the right price, on your head
on the block with the duffel bag full of weight
seal it up on the greyhound, out-of-state
when it come to gettin’ money, gotta take trips
’cause it’s double the price out-of-state chips
in the street life, everybody take risk
but keep your game on tight, like a made fist
do for you, go for yours, with your best luck
’cause at the end of the day, get your money up

[pre-chorus: lil flip]
there ain’t no sense in talkin’ down (go get your money up)
i pack a strap when i walk around (go get your money up)
i move with boxes in your town (go get your money up)
and right now, it’s goin’ down (hey)

[chorus: lil flip]
we gettin’ money, ay, we gettin’ money (yea)
we gettin’ money, ay, we gettin’ money (yea)
we gettin’ money, ay, we gettin’ money (hey, hey, hey, hey)
go and get your cash up, don’t make us have to mask up

[verse 2: lil flip]
i’m too cool to ridicule, i make moves
on the real, i can’t kick it with you fake dudes
how you came up, boy? you ain’t paid dues
you ain’t heard about me, i spray crews
we don’t just spray one, we spray two
two at a time, you new at the rhyme
i’m like shine, i pop the pistol then i do my time
come back and get back on my grind, it’s nothin’
suicide, they cross us, that’s suicide
they see me in that drop-head, door-suicide
and you and i know the truth, boy
i got about a half a mill on my tooth, boy
but now, back to the money, back to the cash
bentley azure, drop-top jag
a-k-forty-seven i pack
i get loot, i get (cash)

[outro]
buh-buh-buh-buh

- og cuicide lyrics

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