Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Money, artist - Kid Tini
Date of issue: 06.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Money |
Yo, get money, get money, get money, get it |
Every enemy turned to a memory, ain’t it? |
I got the recipe, they sound like Sesame ain’t it? |
I pen a movie while they pen a parody, ain’t it? |
Readily waiting on destiny getting me anxious |
You ain’t affecting me bars elementary |
Basically, you ain’t a victim, this ain’t a melody save it |
I breathe rap, nigga, you need a special occasion |
Get money, get money, get money, get money, get it |
Me and the snare got some genuine chemistry, Ain’t it |
Cleverly placed, I’m gone after remedy faded |
Secondly bitch, I ain’t come all this way to be basic |
I ain’t come all this way to be basic |
I got shot for the fam, I wanna play with |
Slave to the cake and I’m baking, I’m aiming for greatness |
Diversity certainly, with verses I’m able to shape shift |
Out of this world with the pen like I came with a space ship |
I seen them hating and endorsing those who were napping awaken |
This shit was written and I dare you to try and erase it |
Lord of the cadence, I’m praying I make it and stay there |
Never go blind by the rays of the shine that I’m chasing |
Get money, get money, get money, get money, get it |
Get money, get money, get money, get money, get it |
Filthy, can’t be clean with detergent |
I come from New York, mom come from Durban |
Hustle hard, make that money like it’s urgent |
We walking no more, it’s Cadillacs suburbans |
We ain’t on welfare dog, nah, we splurging |
Tryin' to write my story, I rewrote the version |
Lord forgive me for my sins |
But if I play the game then, I’m gon' need to win |
If I’m gon' ride then, I’m gon' need the Benz |
Or thePorsche or the Beamer with Chanel on the lens |
Get the drip outta kiff pass an L to my friends |
When it comes to my name, rings bells every end |
Yeah, north side, south side, east and the west |
Afraid of God, but put the beast in the cheque |
Get money, get money, get money, Tini |
(From Durban up to New York) |
Get money, get money, get money, Tini |
(Real niggas with the true thoughts) |
Ey, here’s a teachable moment |
Once was in a Mugg & Bean eating in the morning |
Nothing special just a decent three cheese omelette |
Wasn’t expecting gourmet; |
feeding was the object |
Didn’t stress the slow waiter, seemingly ignoring |
Prefer it to him over bearing sneaking in more orders |
But what I seen demanded a keen audience |
So you can tell a king before the crown seats on em' |
Like, he never stood still, cleared tables, looked clean |
Smiled at a good tip |
From bad ones, found goodwill |
Was there before you’d think to ask for a toothpick |
Wet towels for the juices from the chow you consuming |
It soon hit, this ain’t a mere nigga waiting |
This is a view in of a winner in the making |
Origin story of the greats, Bruce Wayne in the cave |
No cape, it’s like seeing a wheelchair Drake |
The first steps a young Usain takes |
That DJ with one arm tying their shoe lace |
Here’s a tip it all starts with your attitude |
Said here’s a tip, I gave the waiter double that included |
I told the manager, «watch that dude, he gone…» |
Get money, get money, get money, get money, get it |
(Ey, you better watch that dude, he gon') |
Get money, get money, get money, get money, get it |
(Stogie) |
Get money, get money, get money, get money, get it |
Get money, get money, get money, get money, get it |
Get money, get money, get money, get money, get it |
Get money, get money, get money, get money, get it |