Get Yo’ Money

Intro:

What's crackin', nigga, woo woo, young aktive Brazy in this mothafucka, nigga (woo woo), just watch this shit

Verse 1:

I need money like the rest of the gang
So I'm flippin' double up like the rest of the gang, gotta do my thang
If I want big thangs, big chains, huh
Big Daytons on rings with my name
Got game from a OG
Killa Tone made me wanna buy my first (?)
I'm a nigga that sure get his hustle on
A nigga been up all night tryna hit, woop woop because they sittin', dukes
Put me up on the Jheri lick
And Braze ain't been the same ever since
I gotta get my chips, a 45 on the hip incase you niggas slip
I can even bust twice or the whole clip
We just beat up on the C if you hangin' out
Scream out the gang and leave your brain hangin' out
Gangbangin' life we laughin'
Jokin', homie, crept up on this, smokin'

Chorus: ? x2:

We be robbin' everythang
Tryin' to get paid, to get some money
Gotta get yo' money!

Verse 2:

Don't wanna be stuck in my county flue
Shit, leavin' niggas' ass in my Starter shoes, but them karate shoes
They say Braze "need no context"
But that's the same thing that's in years, fuck that nigga I'mma fire that (Huh!)
My lawyer don't ride it, told the judge don't get indicted
Nigga, shit, just imagine if I had kids
All the dirt a nigga did it up and down Fig'
Twist some wigs, dip the heater in yo' face (Face!)
Make you crack the safe, duct tape and wanna get the tapes
I regulate once we stick (?), in this nigga's face
Tell 'em lose HA HA, the nigga five veins (Ha!)
Fuck the khaki shorts, I wear the Prada? pants
Gums, the mothafucka slippin' we gon' find him and buck him
16 holes, flag ties and yo' windows gone
Now what's really goin' on?!

Chorus x2

Verse 3:

(?) while I steal the WOO
5-Like, Deebo, Cheepoo? too (WOO WOO!)
The whole world been Woopin' ever since
And y'all ain't shot Braze no chips, fool, I'm the shit
The Woop came from the Mafia Lane
Catch Poo, Sake, Mike, Dickies, grab my own chain
The only reason Camp Song was a hit
'Cause he was bangin' on Cube and usin' our shit (Woop woop!)
You musta thought G-Len was the fool
That's why I do a song with him so we can be bool
Catch you at the Summer Jam, we gon' rush Kam
God damn it's the Figueroa, bullet holes in yo' door
We the Woop gang, hunnid spokes group gang
Shoot thangs, fool, we ain't scared to bang (Huh)
But if I need some change (huh), I'mma put the pistol to some nigga's brain
Robbin' everythang, woop woop! (Woop woop!)

Chorus x2