Ivan Muravsky - Scrilla lyrics

Anewta Right Struggle da Preacher, baby (yeah) A-New-Ta (we get it) Hey yo, do it! [Verse 1]: Yeah I got this sh** cuz I hustle forever It feels tight when your pockets get fatter The sooner the better You keep saying f** that money You ain't gonna get it ever, that's how it works Make money, talk money, rap money I do whatever it takes to see my bread coming 22's on my Escalade A built-in TV in the back seat just in case If you see me riding down the street Take a minute, have a look and remember it f** em punks who complain 'bout not having sh** If you keep thinking poor that's what you get [Chorus]: If you see that money coming Everything you do - you do it right Everything's alright Pocket's getting tight Everything is tight [Hook]: Mo-ney, mo-ney Scrilla... right Mo-ney, mo-ney Yo, chedda, dawg Mo-ney, mo-ney We get it all, no doubt Mo-ney, mo-ney Count it baby, yeah count it baby [Verse 2]: Yo I'm living that life the one I wanted to live It's ok for you to hate on me, just like you did before Two, four, seven, three, six, five I call it my grind, you call it a strive Nobody knows better how to get all that chedda You filling you wastepaper with newspapers I'm filling my pockets with hundreds and tuck it When it comes to splurging I know how to rock [Chorus] [Hook]