GET MONEY BITCH

[Verse 1: Luke Bar$]
Get that bag, nigga
Roll that nigga up, turn him into ash, nigga
What you mean my team ain't lit? Ho, we passing on you
And my bitch got YSL, this ain't no Fashion Nova
We just went and upped the price, go get an extra lawyer
And my young gun, he go dumb dumb, call him stupid head
If I wasn't rappin', bitch, I'm still the money man
I get bags for real, yeah, ho, let's talk for real, ayy
Soley on my body and they think this Rick for real, ayy
I got drip for sale, she give me brain like she from Yale, ayy
I just called Khaleel, he talkin' money shit for real, let's get it
Made some bands from off some sweaters, I feel like I'm Virgil, nigga
Took my swag, reimburse me, nigga
Yeah, for real

[Chorus: Luke Bar$]
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches

[Verse 2: Jiles]
I'm a real nigga (Facts), the fuck is you talking 'bout?
Trappin' too dangerous, niggas went scamming route
I don't understand, I can't find the words
I'm just tryna figure out
How you so gangster, sit on the 'net and putting our business out?
You niggas is pussy (You niggas is pussy)
I'ma buy Rollies for the whole gang with this rap check
In the hood, you in debt
I'm in the hood, I'm in the projects
I'm mud walking in Saks Fifth
You wildin' out, you a crash test
Fresh hundreds my new scent, uh
I wake up with no plans
Her button-down is Dries Van
She so loyal, I'm a big fan
I'ma blow a bag and run it back
I'ma hit it twice and double back
I'm an ignant nigga, I'm countin' racks

[Interlude: Ricky Felix]
Yeah
Ayy
Ayy

[Verse 3: Ricky Felix]
I just grabbed a bag, nigga, ain't this what we asked for?
Bodies on the floor, put that ass up on that asphalt
Godsend, I ain't ask for it
New Bimmer, got the cash for it
Tinder bitch, had to match for it
Hundred more, then I fast forward
Shout out to my lil' baby Sue, that be my rib
Kappa sandals, chains on, walking 'round my crib
I don't say a word, now she thinkin' I'm an asshole
Texas got me active, nigga, now it's time to take over
New sounds, got the beats colder
These the games that we play, nigga, like it's Daytona
Four-five to your head and shoulders
Leave you dead, on the dead homies
I watch my back now 'cause these fed niggas tryna take over
Don, bitch, I don't take orders
Van Buren, that's the gang, homie

[Verse 4: Invada]
Bitches like playing games with my name like this shit ain't written in stone
She tryna say I'm a dog nigga, well then, bitch, just come throw me a bone
If you ain't talking 'bout money, that shit do not matter, just leave me alone
Niggas be broker then broke, they fucked up as shit, they need them a loan
And I just took a lil' trip out to LA just to go to Malibu, cop me some chrome
I keep a blade, but keep fucking with me, I'll set up a sniper to aim at your dome
I just be quarterbacking hella plays and pass to my dog like he Julio Jones
I'm tryna cop me an AP skelly off droppin' some shit that's gon' shake up they bones (Facts)
Shake up the house, fuckin' his spouse
Wiggle my dick when it's up in her mouth
I feel like Ye back in 2013
Went to the Hamptons and came on her blouse
I seen the niggas that's up on the scene
Wasn't impressed, so I let myself out
Niggas don't even be fly or worried 'bout money
They just tryna get 'em some clout
I can't relate, I was born with some drive
I came out the womb and I asked for a Bimmer
If you gon' fuck with me, gotta be hundred percent
I ain't rockin' with no in-betweeners
You better not lose you no money 'round me
I'm gon' step on that shit and act like I ain't see it (What money?)
I know you like to just talk about it
But you know I know that you ain't never gon' be it (Bitch)

[Chorus: Luke Bar$]
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck—