Cookin Soul - Getcho Money Up lyrics

(Yo, this cat owes me money? Well he better have it, he's got till... the f**in 17th. I'mma come for his a**.) (b**h!) [Hook] So don't be comin' through my spot unless you coolin' (unless you coolin') And you can't drop it like it's hot unless you coolin' (unless you coolin') I spot a fake a mile away, so who you foolin'? (so who you foolin'?) Won't last a day up on my block unless you coolin' (unless you coolin') Now getcho money up (now getcho money up) Said getcho money up, right? (said getcho money up) And if your cheddar it ain't breaded you ain't doin' enough So getcho money up, ight? (That's M.O.E.) [Verse 1] Gotcha b**h a hot mess, like I just spilled the queso Hit me up wanting s**, she just with you for pesos I'm just hard to resist, guess you destined to stay Ohm Ain't no use getting pissed facing the wind cause it stay blown I suggest that you lay low In your trench cause I'll spray your Ass with a rap back to last Cinco de Mayo Bet your casket will stay closed Yeah, that's what you should pray for Otherwise your mother like, "Where the f** did his face go?" I could f** your whole life like I got you on pay roll I could have you hang with guys on the front of a banknote My soles smellin' like roses, your clothes stank of tomatoes I might dome you for your hat and swap that for a halo (So if you got dues... you better pay those... ya heard me?) [Hook] [Verse 2] I got my life on lock and I just threw out the key You like nylon socks, you been sweatin' defeat I be like "voila", I solve my problems with ease All you know's hard knock, your doorbell never ring I roll dubs in an L You hold Ls with your thumbs I sold d** to a dealer You couldn't sell Jesus to nuns And I got reason for believin' there ain't nothin' above Cause he ain't help me when I need it, so when I need somethin' done I get after it faster than you lasted to get your nut Always actively mackin, made a habit of gettin' some Always lookin' forward, the past ain't in my peripherals I see myself with my dough up, see, your a** is invisible My team nationwide, they on my side, indivisible My guys division one in the streets, we be invincible I'm your chick's entree, you gettin' tossed like a dinner roll You ridin coattails, I'm drizzy givin this lint a roll (Like b**h, get off me, i'm on national TV... can't be sittin' courtside lookin' broke) [Hook] [Verse 3] I always floss like my dentist told I'm a god with a sinnin' soul I been on like a dimmin' bulb You fell off, your sh** gettin' old I stay grubbin' at the chateau Stay blunted when my dad home Bout a dollar, little rascal You only bank with your mask on But you ain't bank with your cash flow I move weight like a fat ho You too slow, is you dumb? Keep on forgettin' to wax off? Gra**hopper, did your papa Never teach you to tango? Where your manners at? Momma never told you be thankful? Dog I'm doin' you a solid Take your losses n stay gone You ain't want to play this game Cause I be comin' to take yours You blow checks to hit resin I pay rent, growing credit I grow med, but still sellin' That extra bread is a blessing I turn bricks into bread Scalin' that fish like it's leaded I'm on some covenant sh** I still move keys when I'm deaded The hood savior to some And hooligan to some others Say I ruin community When I just sold them a dub, damn (b**h betta have my money) x4 [Hook]