Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Out More, artist - Money Man. Album song Paranoia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Get Out More |
Hackin' this shit, extendin' that info |
One percent tint on my window |
Inside the coupe blowin' on indo |
Got cheap prices on real good out-do |
Always at the studio, I should get out mo' |
Always in trouble, I should get out mo' |
These niggas tickle me, just like Elmo |
Feelin' like The Rock servin' people elbow |
Dark web money free like a free throw |
She done popped Perc, now she in keyed-mode |
Gran Coupe Bimmer, push the shit Sport mode |
I’ma send a bale, dirt through zip codes |
Look at me, can’t handle these bit loads |
I ain’t talkin' Dell when I’m speakin' on Frisco |
Futuristic, I call the shit gizmo |
Bought it from a German, I got it in crypto |
Hackin' this shit, lookin' out the window |
Burn off the showroom, west coast bimbo |
I was broke as hell, I was in limbo |
I just wanna slice, more bread like Kimbo |
I’ma park a big rig at my house |
Then call the game, we’ll empty it out |
When I was down ain’t nobody helped out |
Niggas all crossed so a nigga held out |
If I go behind the walls, I’ma get bailed out |
Me and Shawn caught, we’ll come same route |
Every time the game come shit sell out |
Turn your music down when you pull in my yard |
I’ll push a nigga that’s out on guard |
Most of these niggas out here be fraud |
Tripods and flash you’ll jump like a grashopper |
Pull up in a Range, the Velar, that’s karma |
Out their house with their baes and they hatin' |
VPN on so the boys can’t check in |
Trainin' my son by the laptop to practice |
Breakin' them codes, my young nerds crack 'em |
Shooter inside come, may need bail |
Got them shoes, you’re broke and upscale |
Big mama just pulled up to the chair |
She gon' make sure a nigga make it, get bail |
I just made 50K from a gateway |
On cyberspace from a encrypted site |
Now I’m lovin' the internet life |
Clay Fendi wallet contain my swipe |
Swipe that through quick the other night |
Did two hours, let you swipe for a flight |
Hackin' this shit, extendin' that info |
One percent tint on my window |
Inside the coupe blowin' on indo |
Got cheap prices on real good out-do |
Always at the studio, I should get out mo' |
Always in trouble, I should get out mo' |
These niggas tickle me, just like Elmo |
Feelin' like The Rock servin' people elbow |
Dark web money free like a free throw |
She done popped Perc, now she in keyed-mode |
Gran Coupe Bimmer, push the shit Sport mode |
I’ma send a bale, dirt through zip codes |
Look at me, can’t handle these bit loads |
I ain’t talkin' Dell when I’m speakin' on Frisco |
Futuristic, I call the shit gizmo |
Bought it from a German, I got it in crypto |
Hackin' this shit, lookin' out the window |
Burn off the showroom, west coast bimbo |
I was broke as hell, I was in limbo |
I just wanna slice, more bread like Kimbo |
I’ma park a big rig at my house |
Then call the game, we’ll empty it out |
When I was down ain’t nobody helped out |
Niggas all crossed so a nigga held out |