WoodysProduce - Let's Get Money lyrics

[Hook: Bad Lucc] All this grindin', all this money, gotta get it If it's hustlin' then I'm with it Keep it bangin', let's get with it All my gangsters let's get work Bawk bawk bawk, you get first If you scared then go to church Let's get this money All my life I've been strugglin' with this paper Keep a strap and f** a hater If I'm in it then I'm ridin', if I'm bussin', see you later Got a itchin' for this meal, keep on flossin' f** a deal I get mine up out the field, let's get money [Verse 1: Bad Lucc] My (?) n***a, I done pushed the line And stayed reppin' my hood, she lookin' fine (?) city n***a but the cookin' nine And (?) s** her down for the look in her Mercenary with it, I was paid to k** (?) vet, I was made as steel Leavin' n***as shook, I'm a crook in the field (?) with it, I'mma juk in the field (?) she s** ho, real G and we next ho Icy fresh on that neck ho, and this .223 make a mess ho I'm bout the bullsh**, I push the V (?) says you lookin' for me (?) n***a feelin' so froze Wonder how a n***a stay feelin' on hoes (?) s**in' for the fam I trip Plan dance on 'em, bustin' head in a VIP Me and my bros we about them chips Got an (?) living room, about 120 whips Take the P and I break it down Won't sell sh** if it make it round Me and my n***a Tony P off an eighth right now Big Dog with it got K right now Kush in the plane, I'm gonna set the mood You n***as ain't eatin' better check your food I put an I don't give a f** n***a next to you Then I break you in two, put you next to you I'm a 10-6 hot boy, jump the line Bad luck come by, f** the time I was raised in the hood, I come from that (?) n***as do you bad with your monkey a** [Hook: Bad Lucc] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] East side n***a fresh up out the G, insane Vice Lord 53 Carolina park king, mother f** a rap dream Talk about a murder when you mention me I got the yop-yop on deck, GPs, VVS on my neck Motherf**ers better moderate cause I go retarded, never tolerate no disrespect Gangster Gibbs ho, I live for these b**hes, dopin' these dollars Ready to kidnap your kinfolk, you don't really want these problems (?) my skin, it's in my blood, it's in my nature Momma knew that since a baby she was gone bury me a gangster Choppin' paper Cluck heads bout to line up In the dope house finna cook a nine up Just a kush weed fiend with a triple beam dream Is you buyin' or sellin'? Boy make your mind up n***as they be slippin' and trippin' f**in' the grind up Tryna hit a lick then bright lights behind us n***as wanna hang and slang, you better bang the thag A penitentiary next place you wind up, I know Still livin' like a motherf**in' dope dealer Still livin' like a motherf**in' jack boy Got a pack of the girl, I'm gonna go get her Gone break it down, show me where it's at boy Thug till my d**h date And guarantee that every n***a my s** straight We takin' trips out of town, got your b**h bustin' down Finna put her on a motherf**in' s** tape with my n***as [Hook: Bad Lucc]