Big Baby Gandhi - Get $$$ lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi] My name is Nafis and I'm here to say I'm #1 MC in the game today I'm feeling okay, woke up sipping OJ Fur coat, yeah I'm tripping everyday Icee with the lemonaaade Come and hate, yeah run up to the plate I'm very proud as to what I've done as of late Full slate, finish food on my plate Yeah man, you really gotta represent I'mma set the precedent, I'm the President My office is oval, my gossip is local My words(?) stay chilling and my ostrich got no bill (?) No sk** rappers should go chill Spit it how I want, that's a real dope feel If I sign deal, that's a real dope deal Change my scope to k**...Rap about being broke like it's ill Shame on him Game so lame, the blame on him Goddamn gold (?) champ with the ring Yeah, I do my thing...BLING BLING! [Hook: Big Baby Gandhi] Get money [Verse 2: Big Baby Gandhi] 1 for the flow, 2 for the cash 3 for the hoes with a whole lotta a** 4 for the O's of the hash, at last I got a good feeling and I hope in never pa** Listen to some jazz, kick it wit my dad Now we got things we never had: SWAG Riches, a pad, b**hes that gag Flip script quick, six six inches ain't bad Dag, baby got the game in a bag Chickens think I'm rad cuz I dress like a f*g Yes I'm the best in the lab, fresh out the cab Next step, jet set to the Jag Now I don't like to boast, but I really like to brag Used to feel sad cuz I had to wear rag In trends I would lag, my friends they would laugh Everybody cop prints, all I had was a plaid My whole (?) thing changed, could very well be the tag Used to live on Cherry ave Now I'm gonna to be a college grad Never looking back, and I'm glad [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Baby Gandhi] Hop out the store, walk to the four-door All you heard was baby why ain't you call me anymore She let me hit it raw, told me that she loved me Said I was so cute, told her friends that I'm ugly Didn't bug me, I'm a thug, B Went into my mind as just chit-chatter Pockets get fatter and fatter and fatter What was I supposed to do? I mean, I already had her! Think she want to rock cuz my pencil get paper Rhymes by the acre every time I wake up See me on the block with my sands is (?) Jamaica Aw wait, naw, I just want to cake up Birds in my ear and the clucks (Klux) like the clan 'Cuz I made a couple bucks, aw shucks I'm the man Brand new tux from Japan, chucks from Iran And another thing from another land Only feel at home when I cop a couple grams... Tattoo on tatas, say I'm a murder New baby father, baby Gaga Yeah... [Hook]