Paroles Get 2 the money Yung Berg

Get 2 the money

(Verse 1)
I make this fucking millionaires call me genius
Niggas going up when your bitch has become bulimic
Ciroc in my cup I got your hoe all in my penis
Plus I won't show up until you pay your real reedus
4 miles for his old chick,
Rolling like we with Gunplay
Fuck your bitch in my crib
If ain't shit like Jon J
South side like Kanye
Poppin shit like Ali
Made Mia lost snap back
Me and my nigga don't see
Everytime you see me you doubt I come in with that good
Handgun in little dirt , gonna fuck around in my hood
Politic Valuda , chop it up we shook her
My mentor drink harder, told I get him , I got him

(Hook)
Swear we been through it all
Now we get to the money
Stop dealing with lames
Now we get to the money
Swear we been through it all
Now we get to the money
Stop dealing with lames
Now we get to the money

(Verse 2)
I'ma start this verse and tell you how much that I really make
And mister every time you see me I got on a different chain
All my people run such a critique they do real estate
And know that shit you're talking need to hang it up like pitcher fake
I just rub my ass off , I'm gonna pull my pants down
And my crystal big I swear that shit look like cabrera house
You selfmade , thought in the ninth grade
Pumping that 2 chains but I'm rocking 12 chains
I do it for the town
But I'm steady getting hoes
Got more pills than the CDS
Call me Dj Khaled bitch 'cause we the best
Play that beat no time to waste
They hatin' 'cause I'm made
Now how I fill my ride with them
I threw myself like sign language
My name buzzing I'm vibrating
Might fuck around 5 places
My bitch bad she need a salutation
I swear she hotter than fireplaces

(Hook)
'Cause we done been through it all
Now we get to the money
Stop dealing with lames
Now we get to the money
'Cause we done been through it all
Now we get to the money
Stop dealing with lames
Now we get to the money

(Verse 3)
Er'day killing these tracks bring a medical
Hanging with a bad bitch blowing on medical
All the new niggers bossin', haters ,we forget about them
We receive the hate but just laugh 'cause we don't care about them
Niggas hatin' on the team , 'cause we getting bread without 'em
My job is to pet your girl
Your job is to care about her
If you seen this price tag
Your ass would be scared to buy this
Talking about what you might get, I got it
I be in that foreign wheel, with a foreign bitch
Blowing on that loud shit
Ol G, we on , heat wave, heat brought
I'm tatted got a full sleeve on
Add berg , we 3 strong
Mia Rey singing mean song
Then Hollywood nigga we gone
Fire!