| We getting money got the getting money
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| My nigga from Rap a Lot get the money
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| Nigga from tha row get the money
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| Stick wid it niggas is get the money
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| Westcoast mafia
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| I gave the gangbanging like fuck the money now I see
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| My riches to get my milk and honey as I touch the stage
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| Prescious my life of caine women scream my name while
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| Sipping on champane we came perpacked in this rap game
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| And I’m a rider to deth living the life of fame to my last breath
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| I see that when the money came that’s when the women changed
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| Fascinated by lexus and gold chains luxury cars conversating with
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| Movie stars now they feening justing to know who we are
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| We rap stars getting the paper like tony draper
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| Living major like 40 water far from pulling capers killa
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| Califonia sunshine ya ass all mine as I drop the top on cloud nine
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| From a 500 to a 600 mercedes ladys praying that they catch me
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| On I 80 yea we get the money
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| Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket
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| Drops I know you hate me cuz I’m getting my rice and gravey
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| In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money
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| Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket
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| Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas
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| Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money
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| Killa cali where the gangbangers kill thugs stacking money
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| Make a mill come short on my scrill till I magnum off in your grill
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| In luxury cars sitting on 20 inch wheels influnced by
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| Big ballers up on a hill addicted to having money stacked up
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| In large bills I gotta shake the hills and blend in with the real
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| Cuz I’m seeing too much of this penitentury steel
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| Holler if you hear me my dogs touch me if you feel me
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| Got these pinky slugs my neighborhood tryina kill me
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| As I seem to escape death caught up in this rap game
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| Give a shot out to my locs caught up in the crack game
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| Stacking for caine but ghetto started the fame only mission to game
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| From life of poverty pain I will remain the same
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| And money can never change these true thugs dedicated
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| To the game to get the money
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| Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket
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| Drops I know you hate me cuz I’m getting my rice and gravey
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| In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money
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| Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket
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| Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas
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| Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money
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| I’m on blunted fast cars in the pit like movie stars
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| Hear the women scream their heads off when they find out who we are
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| Platinum lexus full of baggets and crushed carrots keep’em jocking
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| When I’m on stage with 30,000 rocking my lyics spiced out
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| Ear and neck wrist iced out versachi cloths keep me glowing at night
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| When the lights out yeah I come dressed to impress
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| But only the best shit drank cristal and moet
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| My crew pack smith and wess with bulletproof vest
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| And if it’s broke when I finished pissing then they handle the rest
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| Like a don heavy head when the bed get rest body parts
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| Scattered to ocean shores to the wild wild west fool
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| This is westcoast mafia better think before you jump
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| I meet my nigga teado at the roof in the rain with the mausburg pump
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| Kill’em up my nigg fill’em up make sure they dead
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| I give a fuck no luck put slugs in both of they heads
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| We get the money
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| Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket
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| Drops I know you hate me cuz I’m getting my rice and gravey
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| In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money
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| Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket
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| Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas
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| Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get the Money , by - C-Bo. Song from the album Get the Money / Death Rider'z, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп