Get Rich Songtext
von $tupid Young
Get Rich Songtext
If this rap shit don′t work, I'ma get it out a bitch
On my 50 Cent, I′ma die getting rich
Bring her to the crib then you know I gotta hit
Do a 69, and I ain't talking about the snitch
If you won't work then you know we finna tax ′em
Nigga disrespect the gang you know we finna pack ′em
Brought the Glocks in, ain't none of my niggas lackin′
Ain't no talking, all my niggas ′bout that action
Real nigga never been for the code
If this rap shit don't work, I still get to the dough
Hit-a-lick, flip a brick, [?] with the hoe
Paranoid nigga take a shit with the pole
Got it on my own, ever since I started comin′ up
Blowin' in my phone ever since I got my hunnids up
Off-white Air Force, Tie, watch me run it up
Big Glocks shoot .45, he tried runnin' up
Pray my rivals catch a bullet and they die slow
Used to run from G-Unit and the Five-O
Got his addy, watch us pull up and we ride slow
Pictures of my niggas on the sweater while we slide 4
You ain′t talkin′ 'bout no commas, I don′t want to kick it
If she gon' start some drama, I don′t want to hit it
On the phone with the plug askin', "what′s the ticket?"
Get the work and flip it then we all split it
If this rap shit don't work, I'ma get it out a bitch
On my 50 Cent, I′ma die getting rich
Bring her to the crib then you know I gotta hit
Do a 69, and I ain′t talking about the snitch
If you won't work then you know we finna tax ′em
Nigga disrespect the gang you know we finna pack 'em
Brought the Glocks in, ain′t none of my niggas lackin'
Ain′t no talking, all my niggas 'bout that action
Dinero, the money of the rap game
Murder out the Lamb, hunnid-fifty out the fast lane
I'm fuckin′ with Young, got a thirty round drum
And if you talkin′ that slick shit we can get to dumpin'
Setting up shop, Push the work on the spot
And you can get it any day if you really want
I′m all about the bread so I even keep the crumbs
My team stay shining, y'all be looking like some bums
Money bags coming cross the boarder
We on some mop shit, have you killed on the corner
Want that real work? Come and place that order
With the high power team, mobbin′ with the soldiers
Lookin' for the next lick, let me get the bag
Two shooters, no witness, let me get the mask
Hop in that get-away then I hit the gas
Yeah, we off the map
If this rap shit don′t work, I'ma get it out a bitch
On my 50 Cent, I'ma die getting rich
Bring her to the crib then you know I gotta hit
Do a 69, and I ain′t talking about the snitch
If you won′t work then you know we finna tax 'em
Nigga disrespect the gang you know we finna pack ′em
Brought the Glocks in, ain't none of my niggas lackin′
Ain't no talking, all my niggas ′bout that action
 Aye, aye, aye, aye, uh
Really what we doin', what we sayin' in them captions
Quick to turn a nigga into fossil, like Jurassic
Don′t believe none these suckers, all they saying propaganda
All of my guns got Honey Buns and bananas
Aye, aye, I just fucked me a Shanaynay
Brodie caught a body now he doing′ him a vacay
Fuck a nigga bitch, make a tape like I'm Ray J
These ain′t plain Nikes, spent a thousand on these AJs
Aye, aye, I just hit a stain, it's a payday
You do this once a week, Bitch I do this every day-day
Hop up in a cab, put a track when I scrape-scrape
FN [?], blow his chest and his face-face
On a niggas dick, niggas gay
This a sr2 tryna race
Bitch I′m on the 8 with the gang, niggas lame
Pull up on us, we gon' let this shit bang
If this rap shit don′t work, I'ma get it out a bitch
On my 50 Cent, I'ma die getting rich
Bring her to the crib then you know I gotta hit
Do a 69, and I ain′t talking about the snitch
If you won′t work then you know we finna tax 'em
Nigga disrespect the gang you know we finna pack ′em
Brought the Glocks in, ain't none of my niggas lackin′
Ain't no talking, all my niggas ′bout that action
On my 50 Cent, I′ma die getting rich
Bring her to the crib then you know I gotta hit
Do a 69, and I ain't talking about the snitch
If you won't work then you know we finna tax ′em
Nigga disrespect the gang you know we finna pack ′em
Brought the Glocks in, ain't none of my niggas lackin′
Ain't no talking, all my niggas ′bout that action
Real nigga never been for the code
If this rap shit don't work, I still get to the dough
Hit-a-lick, flip a brick, [?] with the hoe
Paranoid nigga take a shit with the pole
Got it on my own, ever since I started comin′ up
Blowin' in my phone ever since I got my hunnids up
Off-white Air Force, Tie, watch me run it up
Big Glocks shoot .45, he tried runnin' up
Pray my rivals catch a bullet and they die slow
Used to run from G-Unit and the Five-O
Got his addy, watch us pull up and we ride slow
Pictures of my niggas on the sweater while we slide 4
You ain′t talkin′ 'bout no commas, I don′t want to kick it
If she gon' start some drama, I don′t want to hit it
On the phone with the plug askin', "what′s the ticket?"
Get the work and flip it then we all split it
If this rap shit don't work, I'ma get it out a bitch
On my 50 Cent, I′ma die getting rich
Bring her to the crib then you know I gotta hit
Do a 69, and I ain′t talking about the snitch
If you won't work then you know we finna tax ′em
Nigga disrespect the gang you know we finna pack 'em
Brought the Glocks in, ain′t none of my niggas lackin'
Ain′t no talking, all my niggas 'bout that action
Dinero, the money of the rap game
Murder out the Lamb, hunnid-fifty out the fast lane
I'm fuckin′ with Young, got a thirty round drum
And if you talkin′ that slick shit we can get to dumpin'
Setting up shop, Push the work on the spot
And you can get it any day if you really want
I′m all about the bread so I even keep the crumbs
My team stay shining, y'all be looking like some bums
Money bags coming cross the boarder
We on some mop shit, have you killed on the corner
Want that real work? Come and place that order
With the high power team, mobbin′ with the soldiers
Lookin' for the next lick, let me get the bag
Two shooters, no witness, let me get the mask
Hop in that get-away then I hit the gas
Yeah, we off the map
If this rap shit don′t work, I'ma get it out a bitch
On my 50 Cent, I'ma die getting rich
Bring her to the crib then you know I gotta hit
Do a 69, and I ain′t talking about the snitch
If you won′t work then you know we finna tax 'em
Nigga disrespect the gang you know we finna pack ′em
Brought the Glocks in, ain't none of my niggas lackin′
Ain't no talking, all my niggas ′bout that action
 Aye, aye, aye, aye, uh
Really what we doin', what we sayin' in them captions
Quick to turn a nigga into fossil, like Jurassic
Don′t believe none these suckers, all they saying propaganda
All of my guns got Honey Buns and bananas
Aye, aye, I just fucked me a Shanaynay
Brodie caught a body now he doing′ him a vacay
Fuck a nigga bitch, make a tape like I'm Ray J
These ain′t plain Nikes, spent a thousand on these AJs
Aye, aye, I just hit a stain, it's a payday
You do this once a week, Bitch I do this every day-day
Hop up in a cab, put a track when I scrape-scrape
FN [?], blow his chest and his face-face
On a niggas dick, niggas gay
This a sr2 tryna race
Bitch I′m on the 8 with the gang, niggas lame
Pull up on us, we gon' let this shit bang
If this rap shit don′t work, I'ma get it out a bitch
On my 50 Cent, I'ma die getting rich
Bring her to the crib then you know I gotta hit
Do a 69, and I ain′t talking about the snitch
If you won′t work then you know we finna tax 'em
Nigga disrespect the gang you know we finna pack ′em
Brought the Glocks in, ain't none of my niggas lackin′
Ain't no talking, all my niggas ′bout that action
Writer(s): Fahd Azam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
