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tony cartel - getting to the money lyrics

[ hook ]
waking up getting to the money
don’t give a d-mn who telling on me
waking up getting to the money
don’t give a d-mn who telling on me
little n-gga don’t f-ck around
yo b-tch with me she f-ck around
waking up getting to the money
don’t give a d-mn who telling on me

[ verse 1 ]
too much weight imma work it off
no cardio feds want me on audio
big body in a audi hoe
moving dope like oil in saudi arabia
fed’s trying to come rade a n-gga
balling hard a n-gga stadium
alphabets on a n-gga
like a thirsty b-tch
snapping pics
they like d-mn who the h-ll is him
fly as h-ll in that phillip lim
living like phillip drummond
penthouse
flipping pounds call it dismount
real n-ggas know what this bout
prosecutor made the boy an offer
now the n-gga miss like jimmy hoffa
pilling out up in that 911
been trill since a adolescent
twenty bottles bring em to my section
my pockets fat his sh-t anorexic
and this trap sh-t
a n-gga been a blessing
better ask your reverent
who the god of rapping
even yeezy better honor that
if it’s real beef then where the llama at
if it’s real money where the commas at
trapping n-gga getting luxury
fake n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
and them snitched want me in custody
cus d’amato on my train
i’m mike tyson with a hundred things
cartel

[ verse 2 ]
another day
another dollar for me
wake up and get to the money
money on me so that tool is on me
if i want him gone
i’ll put money on ’em
aks wit’ them hunnids in ’em
let ’em up, bring out the runner in ’em
ion bop i do the money dance
pack louder than an ambulance
i be goin’ dumb wit’ my big head friends
them new hun duns make me feelin’ friends
i spend h-lla bands on my robin jeans
gotta get this green by any means
cop k!llas in the magazines
from the block to the magazines
i’m mike, yo b-tch billie jean
make her best friend l1ck her belly ring
my life like a belly scene
catch me flexin’ in that pelle thing
b-tches want me like a wedding ring
no answer i just let it ring
no time to talk baby ‘tml’
and ion set up no voicemail
i bad hoe’s i got bad hoe’s
after f-cking with em i got mad hoe’s
got a bunch of b-tches i got mad hoe’s
n-ggas broke as f-ck
that’s what they mad for
i just can’t picture you
checking that bag though
smoking gas and i’m rolling hard
my smile is worth a car
them bands i get a lot
for them bands you can get popped
if miss lamb go to alluh

[ hook ]

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