Get That Money

[Produced by hoodrixh]

[Verse 1: TZB]
This is luxury rap, call it adept
I’m disposing of novices at the drop of a hat
Bitch, a nigga been ready, so where the fuck is you at?
You said that you was gon’ pull up, let me see you do that
My shit bang like a musket, I’m Elon Muskin’
Steady launching them rockets, I reach for stars and the profit
Some niggas poor in the projects, still pulverizing some objects
And way before we dissolve it, you know we gotta resolve it
I fucked ‘em raw on the carpet, I’m talking ‘bout doggy
I’m talking ménages with broads, what that accomplished?
And I can’t even stop it, it’s far too arousing
Even though I’m cold hearted, I got some gifts in my stalking
And I’m not sipping on dirty, I’m drinking shit that you floss wit’
Talking ‘bout Listerinе, Belaire Bleu in my vеins
I’m still doing my thing, and I know you disdained
Got your bitch in the kitchen just like Mr. Clean
I coulda been Nevalanded ‘cause I love me some wings
Pulling up to Hooter’s with a bunch of blue cheese
If you fired up, Ima put you at ease
Getting so much money, I can’t count it for free

[Chorus: TZB]
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
How the fuck you doubt a nigga?
So young, I gotta get buck
Front of you want, I don’t give a fuck
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
How the fuck you doubt a nigga?

[Verse 2: JK WuZaa]
So much blue cheese, but I prefer the ranch when I get the chickens
Got my gloves on, no fingerprints when I wash the dishes
Category 5, in the kitchen, how I water whip it
It’s a tsunami, I flood the streets, the fiends skinny-dipping
Man, what’s the difference? Don’t care bout skin color or your religion
You want it, I got it, straight off the pot, you see the stove sizzling
Even if you owe me, Ima bless you like a new custo’
Don’t forget about me, whole time I’m testin’ out your character
My elders, I call em ‘Unc’ like the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
She said I embarrassed her, said I’m rich, and I don’t care for her
I cut the bitch, I got a sex doll
I found out, that bitch tried to knock me off
She texting my phone, thought I blocked her dawg
I beat the picture frame off the wall
She want the combination to the vault, I put that bitch in a figure-four
ATM, she want my pin number, I got that shit that make your nose number
In the kitchen like I’m Aunt Jemima, I got that dope from lil' mama
You’d be surprised who's the dope supplier
You’d be surprised who use arm & hammer
20s, 50s, hunnids, I been countin’ that shit all day
I got that trap money, that trap money stank
So you know I count that shit far from my face, yeah
20s, 50s, hunnids, I been countin’ that shit all day
I got that trap money, that trap money stank
So you know I count that shit far from my face, yeah

[Chorus: TZB]
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
How the fuck you doubt a nigga?
So young, I gotta get buck
Front of you want, I don’t give a fuck
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
Get that money, then I count it, nigga
How the fuck you doubt a nigga?