Gucci Mane - Get Money Ni**a lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Gucci, Meek Millie From ATL to Philly n***a Real recognize real Yeah we hood rich Trap God turn us up [Hook: Gucci Mane] I'm a money gettin n***a At least that's just what I'm known for You better call up my connect And ask him what he put me on for I heard y'all n***as ballin Then why the f** you take a loan for? Better get the f** out East Atlanta You n***as know you don't belong here [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] All my n***as smoking strong here We don't talk reckless on the phone here A lot of cliques don't get along here Brick Squad my n***a, we rock our own gear I'm on the gra** sittin on the lawn chair I hope that you don't read me wrong But if I go pull out that tone there I bet that you don't make it home I'm in the traphouse with my Long Johns And I been trapping all day long They call me Baking Soda Armstrong Before it dry, that sh** be gone [Hook: Gucci Mane] I'm a money gettin n***a At least that's just what I'm known for You better call up my connect And ask him what he put me on for I heard y'all n***as ballin Then why the f** you take a loan for? You'd better stay up outta Philly, n***a You know you pussies don't belong here [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Rose go on my bottle six Half a mill on foreign whip I'm in it well with a foreign b**h I'm on a bright strap and she on this dick Just bow there you lame You diamonds look strange I'm grinding like Wayne, when he on that skateboard I'm sayin' n***a you new girl's my old b**h My old b**h your new girl Young low rich Philly n***a Them hoes tell me I'm toothed up I don't need to f** one on one Cause when I come I need two girls That down to f** like all night Give them b**hes that hard pipe Ridin with a hoe named Keyshia And we smoking on Keyshia Young n***a fresh like Easter Blood dripping on my sneakers Straight drop, I stick that I celebrate, I get back That Molly look like a Tic-Tac And I tell that hoe that I get that like oh [Hook: Gucci Mane] I'm a money gettin n***a At least that's just what I'm known for You better call on my connect And aks him what he put me on for I heard ya'll n***as ballin Then why the f** you take a loan for? Better get the f** out East Atlanta You n***as know you don't belong here [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I drop a bag on your head n***a And then locate your a** like onstar I ain't had to buy sh** n***a My n***a Waka got his own car You on my dick like you a b**h n***a Why'on't you go and quote your own bars? And I don't wanna go back to jail n***a But you gonna make me catch one more charge I can look and tell you frail n***a But you keep on tryin to look hard Your friends keep aksing what's the smell n***a That's your motherf**ing homeboys [Hook: Gucci Mane] I'm a money gettin n***a At least that's just what I'm known for You better call on my connect And aks him what he put me on for I heard ya'll n***as ballin Then why the f** you take a loan for? Better get the f** out East Atlanta You n***as know you don't belong here