Get Money

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Verse One:
Peep the tale of the criminal mind state unstable
The hand that rocks the cradle Groove gone turn it fatal
There’s no fable or Pulp Fiction
Ready and willin' to extend the clips commence to rippin'
Ass whippin' the boss is colossal
Turning mother fuckers to fossil leave you fucked like a brothel
Sicker than the sickest spit the wickedness bout to fix it
Bag it up and pitch it, proceeds I get it
Cash rules so I smash fools like mixed martial
The Art Of War’s upon you I though that I should warn you
Before I adorn you with the platinum noose
Groove gone hang em high and leave your body as proof
You can’t fuck wit it
I possess the moxie you niggas try and copy
But your ink couldn’t duplicate the hard body
Cuhz I’m crazy, rowdy, insane
About to pimp the game for the fortune and the fame
It’s the lone wolf, lone star, do dirt by my lonesome
If I pull them canons parallel then I toast em
If they open up the gates of hell then I close em
If they want beef then I roast em
Approach the danger sippin' potion stoic’s my emotion
Play the game with a poker face hand upon my scrotum
Crim da la Crim strike the deuce as I pursue
Them paperbacks my contract’s come due
I get money nigga

Hook:
Get money get money get money (what) 8x

Verse two:
I won’t stop till them decimals increase pockets obese
It’s feeding time nigga let’s eat
I get rabid for the cabbage lead the league in batting average
If getting money’s crazy then I’m stricken with the madness, can’t stop the habit
Run rackets and push packets
Extacy and breathe traffic whip appeal is straight magic
Mathematics, rubber band man like TIP
Ready to D.I.E counting the money baby
Mafioso masterminding the scheme
That shatter dreams each and every time the 44 scream
Keep it business never personal
Every ebb and flow is about the dough
Anything less is unacceptable
I can’t explain why the hunger pain remains
Even though I’m top of the food chain
Even though I copped the .6 Range it’s strange
How I tear that ass out the frame for the currency gain
Cause the domain to blow they would rather go Cobain
Than stand toe to toe with the Criminal Gang
No mercy ever evident no evidence is present
Just whispers in the air that that Groove nigga get it
Just arms being bared by the boss so expect it
I keep em running scared so accept it
My movement’s eclectic symbolized by the big face dollar signs
Stack stand taller than Shack the city is mine

Hook:
Get money get money get money (what) 8x