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ot7 quanny - get money lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, i left my watch home, but i got my rubber band (but i got my rubber band)
i’ma pour this drank, shoot your face with my other hand (shoot your face with my other hand)
they askin’ what i like to do, and i just say get money (get money)
why you keep on flexin’ with it, we know that’s his money (yeah, we know that’s his money)
state prop, we them youngins that robbed b+hop (yeah, we them young n+ggas robbed b+hop)
i know old n+ggas shootin’ sh+t, boris diaw
we got more f+ckin’ guns in this trunk than t.i.
i got b+tches singin’ my songs like b5 (like b5)
state prop, we them youngins that robbed b+hop (yeah, we them young n+ggas robbed b+hop)
i know old n+ggas shootin’ sh+t, boris diaw
wе got more f+ckin’ guns in this trunk than t.i. (we got more f+ckin’ guns than t.i.)
i got b+tchеs singin’ my songs like b5 (like b5)

[verse]
you the type of n+gga love the b+tch, then tell her that (then tell her that, f+ckin’ tell her that)
i’m the type of n+gga, take the trip, then mail it back (i’ma take the trip, then mail it back, mail it back)
i’m the type of n+gga started off from sellin’ crack (sellin’ crack, sellin’ crack)
i’m the type of n+gga takin’ sh+t, then sell it back (i’ma sell it back)
playin’ simon says, b+tches doin’ what i say (yeah, come on)
we givin’ shots out, n+gga, like bombay (boom, boom, boom)
i’m just tryna leave with the chip, lebron james (lebron james)
hit the road, stayed on the road for nine days (yeah, i stayed on the road for nine days, yeah)
now both of my pockets look like rod wave (that’s rod wave)
now both of my pockets look like rod wave
i’ma f+ck the b+tch, then give her back, she can be yours (yeah, she can be yours)
she said that she want a check, f+ck you call me for? (the f+ck you call me for?)
i be mixing louis with the chrome and dior (yeah)
i left out of dior, yeah, that’s the cheap store (yeah, that’s the cheap store)
went through the airport, nothin’ but cash in my bag (it’s nothin’ but cash in my bag)
that n+gga a b+tch, they said he died and i’m glad (yeah, i’m glad)
i don’t steal, only thing i stole was a n+gga’s b+tch (yeah, i’m lyin’, i stole a n+gga’s b+tch)
in the kitchen, this ain’t breakfast, but i’m mixin’ grits (yeah, i’m mixin’ grits)
n+gga try to take somethin’, i’ma give him this
this is like a whole brick that’s on a n+gga’s wrist (yeah, this like a brick)
she said that she want some money, baby, that sh+t runtz (that sh+t runtz)
no, you wasn’t with me in there shootin’ that gym up (you wasn’t with me shootin’ that gym up)
we the spinnin’ team, why would you go against us?
we the winnin’ team, why would you go against us?
we the winnin’ team, why would you go against us? (yeah, we the winnin’ team)
young n+gga in his bag, gettin’ rich like roddy (yeah, i’m rich like roddy)
before i wrote a rap i was tryna do robberies (i was tryna do robberies)
back when my mom was bangin’ jadakiss and foxy (jadakiss and foxy)
i thought i was south central, og bobby (og bobby)
[chorus]
yeah, i left my watch home, but i got my rubber band (but i got my rubber band)
i’ma pour this drank, shoot your face with my other hand (shoot your face with my other hand)
they askin’ what i like to do, and i just say get money (get money)
why you keep on flexin’ with it, we know that’s his money (yeah, we know that’s his money)
state prop, we them youngins that robbed b+hop
i know old n+ggas shootin’ sh+t, boris diaw
we got more f+ckin’ guns in this trunk than t.i.
i got b+tches singin’ my songs like b5

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