| Gucci, Meek Millie
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| From ATL to Philly nigga
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| Real recognize real
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| Yeah we hood rich
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| Trap God turn us up
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| I’m a money gettin nigga
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| At least that’s just what I’m known for
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| You better call on my connect
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| And aks him what he put me on for
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| I heard ya’ll niggas ballin
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| Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for?
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| Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
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| You niggas know you don’t belong here
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| All my niggas smoking scrome here
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| We don’t talk reckless on the phone here
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| A lot of cliques don’t get along here,
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| Brick Squad my nigga, we rock our own gear
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| I’m on the kriss and on the long chair
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| I hope that you don’t read me wrong
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| But if I go pull out that tongue dear
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| I bet that you don’t make it home
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| I’m in the choppers with my long Johns
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| And I’ve been trapping all day long
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| They call me back and so they on scron
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| Before it dry, that shit be gone
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| I’m a money gettin nigga
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| At least that’s just what I’m known for
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| You better call on my connect
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| And aks him what he put me on for
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| I heard ya’ll niggas ballin
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| Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for?
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| You’d better stay out by the Philly nigga
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| You know you pussies don’t belong here
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| Rose go on my bottle six,
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| Half a mill on foreign whip
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| I’m in it well with a foreign bitch
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| I’m on a bright strap and she on this dick
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| Just bow there you lame
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| You diamonds look strange
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| I’m grinding like Wayne, when he on that skateboard I’m said
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| Nigga you new girl’s my open
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| My old bitch — your new girl,
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| Young low rich Philly nigga, them hoes tell me I’m toothed up
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| I don’t need to fuck one on one
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| 'Cause when I come I need two girls
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| That down to fuck like all night
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| Give them bitches that hard pipe
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| Ridin with a hoe named Keyshia
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| And we smoking no Keyshia
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| Young nigga friends like easter,
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| Blood dripping on my sneackers
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| Straight drop, I stick that
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| I celebrate, I get back
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| That Molly look like a Tic-Tac
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| And I tell that hoe that I get that like oh
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| I’m a money gettin nigga
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| At least that’s just what I’m known for
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| You better call on my connect
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| And aks him what he put me on for
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| I heard ya’ll niggas ballin
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| Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for?
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| Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
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| You niggas know you don’t belong here
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| I drop a bag on your head nigga
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| And then locate your ass like all star
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| I ain’t had to buy shit nigga
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| My nigga Waka got his own car
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| You want my dick like you a bitch nigga
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| Won’t you go and coach your own boys?
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| And I don’t wanna go back to jail nigga
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| But you gonna make me catch one more charge
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| I can look and tell you fraid nigga
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| But you keep on tryin to look hard
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| Your friends keep aksing what’s the spell nigga
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| That’s your motherfucking home boys
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| I’m a money gettin nigga
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| At least that’s just what I’m known for
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| You better call on my connect
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| And aks him what he put me on for
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| I heard ya’ll niggas ballin
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| Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for?
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| Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
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| You niggas know you don’t belong here |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Money Nigga , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Trap God Revalations, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп