BMO Maine - Been Gettin Money lyrics

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BMO Maine - Been Gettin Money lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a Detroit n***a so I talk like one And you can tell I'm a dealer 'cause I walk like one My left wrist all frost up, numb, I done bossed up dumb A couple L's, I had to chalk up some Now my jeans full of large lump sums, I'm all unknown n***as say they bosses, but ain't putting one soul on When my chains done I go and cash it, I don't pawl on You be telling j**elers I ain't ready, damn, hold on Dealer don't post drug money on the net You can make up a image, can't make up respect Got the 'Vette the same week that I paid the connect You was raised by a G if you don't hate on the next Ain't tryna impress no b**h and meet none of you n***as Go over there 'cause we don't f** with you n***as I'm from a whole different breed, man, what's up with you n***as? Ass kiss anybody just to touch a few figures I can't relate to that, everybody rapper, who stating facts? Went from weed to crack in just don graduation cap The 40 I'mma stay with that, you know I'mma blast I don't want your b**h, she want me, but I be hoeing her a** Got your stash in my pocket, even more in my stash Used to ride the bus, now a n***a fly first cla** I was wearing my ski mask when I got my first bag In the spot with RJ, skipping my first cla** Crack c**aine made me my first grand (I'm a G) I was buying ice before rap fans, you understand f** a boss, my whole fam watch me get it with K Ask your main about them days I used to get it with Maine, n***a [Verse 2: BMO Maine] I'm off the b**h with it, my turn like Big Quis Ask them streets they'll tell you how I was knee deep f** with BYLUG, we motivate to go hard Back in '08 I used to traffick in the same year Charger Never thought I'd be in front eye of the media That's why I used to f** with them grams before Insta b**h, you want me to kiss her, but that's begging her cold We was broke together so these aces never gon' fold And stuck by the G-code ever since I been a juvenile We started getting money, boy, I been pulling out piles Been putting on piles of [?] at the same time Been selling dope, been throwing gang signs Call my j**eler, tell them double my karats Even took some subways to get the work off like Jared Need help, I'm in a panic neck got water damage Somebody call the medics, can't you see I'm drowning damn it Whole industry glad I ain't dropped yet I don't tuck sh**, all my chains out, b**h Shot aller, I get a n***a dropped quick Think I'm playing Imma leave a n***a momma sick [Verse 3] If it's problems I call the drama clique, I be on that Obama sh** Moving presidential, jumping in and out of all kind of whips Brain full of game, I got a 40 full of hollow tips When hoes see you eating they gon' bug you tryna swallow it It's nothing to get a flood zips on the set Same night I'm in the bar taking sips of the best If you run up with the work, I'm sending his where you rest You can't come around here, you better dip to Tibet They be "like what this young n***a on?" (what he on?) Cause I got a chinchilla on And keep getting calls on three different phones I don't give a f** about fame or having rapper friends I'm just really after ends, real hustlers back again [Outro] b**h boss up Broke n***a, please boss up b**h boss up Broke n***a, please boss up b**h boss up Broke n***a, please boss up b**h boss up Broke n***a, please boss up