Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Money, artist - ROMEO. Album song God's Gift Soundtrack, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.12.2006
Record label: Gutta, UrbanDigital
Song language: English
Get Money |
| Get Money, Get Cash |
| Let Them Haters Hate |
| I live for good cream |
| The fens they want me |
| I’m not cooked coke |
| But I feed the dope-fens |
| Hip Hops in My blood |
| Like Veins that Ivy’s |
| The son of a hustler |
| Y’all follow my lead |
| My shows sold out |
| Cause the kids they love me The Kobe of the game |
| And y’all just in little leagues, yea |
| Why play hard when y’all cats is practice |
| Half kid, half amazing |
| Why y’all dudes is whackers |
| Same game, new team |
| But never play for the Raptors |
| Keep a camera man cause y’all dudes is actors |
| I’m Kanyeing em Rick Ross Raying Em Play like Jason Young |
| Got the whole hood haten em Crib look like a football stadium |
| Light brothers out |
| Well I think they back into em Got your girl trying to read me like a psychic |
| Tell her to hit me on my Teen Mobile Sidekick |
| You follow me cause I’m a leader |
| I’ma show you how to treat her |
| Put it up on 22's |
| Paint it up like its easter |
| So young but I’m fly |
| Now you looking at them sneakers |
| P. Miller yea I treat em like Adidas |
| Five-hundred mill and we steady getting rich |
| Can’t be De Ja Vu cause my name ain’t Jiggilo |
| Most cats can’t read so I’m about to paint a picture |
| I’ve been starving to long now I’m about to come get yea |
| You wanna stunt don’t do that no I don’t do shopping sprees cause I live in the mall |
| Dudes hate on my game but I’m killing em all |
| Hey I got that crack money |
| Cause its climbing the wall |
| You better grab your chick got me on the cell phone |
| Hormones rising yea you better take your girl home |
| From the south but get hiffy like the BANG |
| Real dudes lean back and do what the hook say |
| I’m C-los I’m about to step up In this game and spit a message |
| If all these fake thugs |
| little test they’d get an F |
| I’m all on the screen |
| Will still get respect |
| Ain’t chewing on no bubble gum |
| But grill still is the freshest |
| I’m an animal don’t meet me |
| I’ll have to handle you |
| And open up a can of you |
| I ain’t talk about no Cambell Soup |
| Still won’t beef |
| I’ll meet two people |
| who look and handle you |
| My chain stay flashing |
| Same as a little camera do No you don’t stand a chance |
| My diamonds make a you half glance |
| Don’t talk to loud around me All this ice will cause an avalanche |
| Me, I’m a handful |
| Plus another gutta gutta |
| Ride with the plucka plucka |
| Theres ain’t anotha brotha |
| Like a crash |
| Like Micheal Jackson |
| House a giant mansion |
| Just imagine people staring |
| Say watch my star mansion |
| King T lows, chain hang low |
| And my mouth resemble skittles |
| Dog I really taste the rainbow |