Adrian Younge - Get The Money lyrics

(Hook: Ghostface k**ah)(2x) Get the money, we out here to pillage and loot Crack safes, watch DeLucas’ blood gettin’ spilled You can’t take over the truth behind the story Let Ghost legend live on in all it’s glory (Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah) Yo, yo Get the money, they keep it tucked away in a safe In the back room bottom wine bottle with grapes Hit ’em where it hurts, they can’t find sh** cause they broke Snatch chains, wallets, b**hes front row Tear the clubs up, all social events If a n***a act tense put a hole in his fence This ain’t for fun but it’s fun though I gotta run though, money ain’t sh** watch me burn a few hunndo Tear the DeLucas down like the legend of Tone Starks Tie bricks around his ankles, have him swimmin’ with sharks Dynamite they safe, lookin’ for heirlooms It’s personal, I want the keys to the tombs Kids college funds, crack they foundation Connects to the banks and the police station I want those faces rolled, truth behind the legend Did it really go down, or it’s just my obsession? (Hook: Ghostface k**ah)(2x) (Verse 2: Vince Staples) Day dream of a rueger to the Lucas ’til the city is ours Money, power, and the powder I would murder with y’all In the name of King Kane “New York, New York!” The city of dreams, stained sidewalks, and Mac 10s, flex my fifth Search ’til it hurt, records from the retched abyss Murdered them, they scurred, reck him ’til he reckin’ his sh** If he alludin’ his life worth losin’ Kane said a record earned is a pot of gold Prize a loan, put a marble floor in my momma home Never need a loan, put the rest in the bank We a army, only thing we missin’ a tank Couldn’t harm me, keeper is my brother for the record I be crazy muthaf**a, blood stains on my knuckles I’m a slugger, fist k** his brain Load up a weapon in the name of King Lester Kane (Hook: Ghostface k**ah)(2x) (Verse 3: Ghostface k**ah) Hey yo we crushed ’em, last spot left on the list Crack the safe and peeled out twelve sealed discs Lookin’ Illmatic, wrapped up in a robe They were records, each one marked with a code It said “Do Not Play” in big bold letters The DeLucas pressed, stamped, engraved Vendetta I think we hit it, reservation of Ghostface Shoulda known they had that sh** hidden at Tone’s place Hit Logan sip chilled Don Maretta Big gla**es of wine bringin’ sharp chedda Get the vinyl to headquarters, asap codes And tell Lester we hit the mother of all loads Pagin’ 911, meet back to the burghs They gon’ want revenge on the squad and all that sh** We crippled ’em, but they go deeper then white meat We got blood on our hands and war in the streets (Hook: Ghostface k**ah)(2x)