Lyrics Get Money - CANON, Derek Minor, Chad Jones

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