Get Money (feat. Trippie Redd)

I'm hustling get money bitch

We bussin, that Choppa shit

No fussin, no arcatrick

Bust down, tell my glasses shit

I get money, I ain't put my problems on you

Gallery department pants, yeah Chanel, Pharrell, I'm steppin on you

Post to got my teeth fixed

50 thousand, I done missed the appointment

Bet they gon back me down, I probably should never corner

Christain Dior shades

My heart black just like spades

Yeah my ace spoon coon

He can't wait to spray

We sweep him like a boom

Cartel up the place

I ain't had no silver spoon

Don't steal. we gon take

She want to hit Miami, going catch a vibe

Soon as a catch her, know I got her like a spy

In a hellcat, shit running live

In that black mask ski, coming to sky

In that trackhawk, leaving a scene

Going crazy like Charlie Sheen

Yeah we on SC, the G6, don't take no beams

Hit that S in that foreign shit, that mean machine

I'm hustling get money bitch

We bussin, that Choppa shit

No fussin, no arcatrick

Bust down, tell my glasses shit

I get money, I ain't put my problems on you

Gallery department pants, yeah Chanel, Pharrell, I'm steppin on you

Post to got my teeth fixed

50 thousand, I done missed the appointment

Bet they gon back me down, I probably should never corner

Yeah, I'm smoking shit bitch if Keed give me the go

I slime at ya momma, I slime at ya hoe

If you beefing with me might as well hang by rope

I know that I'm it, then n you'll float

See a lil diss, his shit is a joke

They hopping on trash, them ns get croaked

Free Keed's spirit, free them and go

Big dog, bitch can't hide that

Your bitch come and ride that

Push up on em, slide back

I like them blunt, then fry that

Lil snake, and they their ass, I bet they all fools

What's up Keed, man I miss my dog

I can't even call you

In that trackhawk, leaving a scene

Going crazy like Charlie Sheen

Yeah we on SC, the G6, don't take no beams

Hit that S in that foreign shit, that mean machine

I'm hustling get money bitch

We bussin, that Choppa shit

No fussin, no arcatrick

Bust down, tell my glasses shit

I get money, I ain't put my problems on you

Gallery department pants, yeah Chanel, Pharrell, I'm steppin on you

Post to got my teeth fixed

50 thousand, I done missed the appointment

Bet they gon back me down, I probably should never corner