Gots To Get Money

[Intro: K-Young]
When I was young coming up watching gangsters serving them fiends on the corner
They always had the baddest bitches, fly new whips, tuckin' burners
I wanna be a baller, baller
I wanna roll up in a 645
Hundred thousand in the trunk even if I gotta die for it
Woahhhh, all my niggas ride with me
Woahhhh, just smoke the weed

[Hook: K-Young]
Woahhhh, ride on a nigga like
It's K-Young, Horseshoe put the speakers like
Inglewood to the LBC, everybody know about me
This that good shit that you bump in your ride, turn your speakers up
Lay your seats back and get into the vibe
The kush is in my system feeling so high
But no matter how high I get, I never forget to count my chips
Woahhhh

[Verse 1: Kenny Siegel]
My cliques as thick as my bottom bitch, some hate on the prosperous
So I guess you could say we got medals for our accomplishments
I'm sharp as katana tips, as fresh as some kind of mint
Spray the Gabbana, it compliments the flavor like condiments
Money, money, money, that's what we talk
Wanna throw your two-cents in but that's cheap talk
Me and my team is finna eat 'til we fed
Us not gettin' cheese is baloney, we fiends for the bread
See I'm grown, but young enough to make yo' sweet niece scream
Record it with no PG scenes and play it on your TV screen
Whole team, weakling, hold me, please seek OCD clean

[Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
I don't watch what I say and I don't take shit back, no recallin'
Niggas get me ball for talkin' beef often
I'll never go broke, I rob y'all to keep all of my strap keeps ringin' cause my nigga keeps callin'
So I ride-ah-ah-ow for the bread 'til I die-ah-ah-ow
I gots to get money
So if you don't talk money or talk funny
I'm not bilingual nigga, I talks money

[Hook: K-Young]

[Verse 3: Julius Luciano]
Y'all can read Hustler magazine but my fam wrote the hustle book
A few chapters from my brother Mad and brother Crook
It's in my genes to get guap
I'm a big shot like my big Glock that's in my jeans too
Success is when preparation meets opportunity
Us niggas ain't got reparations so I refuse to be
Broke, we on the money hunt
I throw a stack in the sky to symbolize get your money up
I know the biz, I'm so business savvy
I'm the real McCoy, no diss to Travie
I know you hate our progress
I kill you with my music, stick you with a sharp object

[Verse 4: Demetrius Capone]
We make figures like Clay, where the cash is
I only speak money, I talk cash shit
I'm cut from a gettin' money cloth, cashmere
Tell the cashier go and bring the cash here
This COB walkin' in the street music
Flyin' in first class, I'm pre-schoolin'
When he movin' through the Beach, new Evisus
Louis V shoes and a jeep, now I'm beach cruisin'

[Hook: K-Young]