Lyrics Get Money - Kid Tini, Styles P, Stogie T

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