2pac/Get Money

[Part I: 2Pac]

[Chorus: Lethabo Acid]
Got a lil' bitch with me and she matching my Goyard
Two phone shawty, mama say don't put no trust in hoes now
And no nigga claiming to be your big homie
It's you against the world and it gets so lonely

[Post-Chorus]
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac

[Verse 1: Lethabo Acid]
I just pulled up on the spot, ask no questions, nah (Nah)
KG pull up in a black Porsche Panamera (Porsche Pan-Panamera)
Gang signs out the window for the camera (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
I'ma blow this stash like I got cash in Panama (Cash)
I just got a new bling-bling piece (It go bling)
It make bitches so stupid shit (Shit dumb)
Lil' bitch say she love my fit (She love my fit)
I can't even pronounce the name of my kicks
I'm a monster, I'm a Cookie Monster, I can't keep my hand out the cookie jar (My hand out the cookie jar)
I'm a trap star, I'm a fucking trap star and I can't keep the swag out of my mouth (Swag, swag, swag, bitch)

[Chorus: Lethabo Acid]
Got a lil' bitch with me and she matching my Goyard
Two phone shawty, mama say don't put no trust in hoes now
And no nigga claiming to be your big homie
It's you against the world and it gets so lonely

[Post-Chorus: Lethabo Acid]
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac
Yeah, feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac
Feel like 2pac

[Segue]
Ayy
Have a good summer
Have a good summer, bitch

[Part II: Get Money]

[Chorus: Lethabo Acid]
Plotting, scheming, get money, money (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Plotting, scheming, get money, money (Shit, you say you want it, bruh, you say you want it, you go, you get it, bruh)
Plotting, scheming, get money, money (You pray, you hustle, you get it, you pray, hustle, you get it, fuck, bruh, get what's yours, nigga)

[Verse 2: Lethabo Acid]
They was scheming on the low
Yeah, you know how it goes
Niggas kicking down doors
Slinging straight from a tote (Get down)
And only God knows
My mind was too focused on making the bread and the flipping the stack
Making sacrifices, spending less time with my dad
Grandmama tell me, "Go back to school and leave the raps," yeah
Cuppidy-cup full of Hennessy
Mama hate that I live recklessly
Move with a piece right next to me
And my angels stay protecting me
Got my True Religion jeans and Christian on my feet, yeah
Blessings on blessings, I still receive
They can't understand how I'm still

[Chorus: Lethabo Acid]
Plotting, scheming, get money, money
Plotting, scheming, get money, money
Plotting, scheming, get money, money
Plotting, scheming, get money, money

[Verse 3: Money Badoo]
In a drop top, pull up in a coupe, yeah, yeah
You want clientele, call that bitch the loot, yeah, yeah
I'm just gon' say what's on my mind
Know that we running out of time
You want the bag, but can't save a dime
Laugh to the bank, but can't draw the line
I, I, I
I just want
You to know
You can do, you can be
Trust yourself
All your dreams
You can achieve
And just believe