Cook&Jango - GTM lyrics

[Verse 1:Wil$on] Since a Lil one all I ever heard was worry bout your bread Stick your head up in a book you'll never worry bout your meds The hoes flock to commas,broke n***as basically dead Avoid the led real n***as getting dollars instead You can be whatever you choose,what a lawyer, doctor Live on the top floor right by the helicopters Feel like my whole life I been avoiding choppers Even when I wasn't wrong get harra**ed by coppers But that can all change if I work hard Might even get a white picket fence with a guard dog And leave my kids a savings not a debt when I die Heard they selling dreams tell me where the f** can I buy [Hook] They told me get to the money Get get to the money Get get to the money yall They told me get to the money Get get to the money Get get to the money yall Nice Car Nice Broads I swear to God you can have it all They told me get to the money Get get to the money Get get to the money yall [Verse 2: Croosh] Stay hungry,stay full of sh**, Steve Jobs They dont get it say im nuts,pecan It doesnt matter they ain't on the sh** I be on See its just not in my blood to whip a Nissan I see these rappers losing drive getting popped tires Been told no a thousand times still im not tired Invest in myself yeah my stocks higher Clumsy with the flow all I do is drop fire Won't be long until the money shows When it comes I'll prolly blow it like a runny nose Cop a Tesla cuz ive always wanted one of those And buy a house in the woods where nobody goes I see the critics getting upset Thats how you know when your up next I put in work cuz thats all I know of Me and Wil$on on some Saudi sh**, watch us blow up Croosh [Hook]