Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Money, artist - CANON. Album song Welcome to the Family, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.04.2014
Record label: EMPIRE, Reflection
Song language: English
Get Money |
| One hundred dollar |
| Benjamin |
| One Hundred dollar, Benjamins |
| Big knots Couple shots |
| How they reel em in |
| A couple drinks |
| Then a couple girls |
| This how that life goes on in that blind world |
| Get money |
| One hunnid hunnid hunnid hunnid hunnid |
| Up in the club |
| Everybody be wildin' out like Nick Cannon on drugs |
| And the women they be running to the brother with the candy coat |
| Sitting on dubs plus 4, and his Cadillac sat low |
| And it’s 2 am and they been ready to get the money and women |
| So we can pop a little X-O |
| And the drinks at the bar, they stacking real tall |
| When they make a little tab on the shot glass |
| He’s baller so he got a black card |
| So he slips it out when the chick walk past |
| Since everybody had a little vodka |
| They talk like Silkk the Shocker |
| And the girl look good when he drunk |
| But when he woke up he saw big poppa |
| Now look here shawty, I can smell Bacardi |
| And they call me the hang over, we met at the party |
| And that junk was poppin', and the Lord was watchin' |
| And the truth about the Father |
| You been wondering is punted and stumbling |
| Over sin you target |
| Now brother be cautious, this night ain’t even your darkest |
| You a slave to the world |
| In the middle of the web and look, there’s Charlotte |
| But praise God theres hope, still |
| And I’m praying to God you caught it |
| Either its cash or Christ in this passing life |
| So drop it, it’s garbage |
| One Hundred dollar, Benjamins |
| Big knots Couple shots |
| How they reel em in |
| A couple drinks |
| Then a couple girls |
| This how that life goes on in that blind world |
| Get money |
| One hunnid hunnid hunnid hunnid hunnid |
| That club music been bumping |
| You can’t even find your conscience |
| You the king and been running your own life |
| So Who cares for the priest or the prophet |
| You just want a little piece of the profit |
| You want it, you got it |
| Bruh I’m so sick of this topic |
| Money, stop it |
| All I hear is big money, one hunnid hunnid, fast cars |
| Racks on racks on racks, while the Lamborghini blast off |
| They gone break their little ankle tryna ball hard |
| With your black bag, black strap for the black car |
| Whole lot of dough in the tote bag, Gucci even got tote bags |
| Rick Ross get straight yams |
| But the money ain’t the only thing blown fast |
| Got a ton of women, ton of chicks, red bones, dark chicks |
| White girls, brown chicks, light skin, nice ten |
| All they wanna do is talk about the profit |
| Well it’s about time that we change the topic |
| How about we all talk about the prophet |
| Yea, so let’s talk profit |
| Cuz' he the only one that will last long |
| While everything else just pass on |
| What will you do when your cash gone |
| It ain’t nothin left but a sad song |