Young Roddy - Legal Tender lyrics

(Hook-Young Roddy) Get Money Get Money Get Money Get... Stay mobbin, Stay mobbin, Stayin mobbin, uh (Verse-Young Roddy) sh**, I remember 20 n***as on the block n***as running up the car like how much you got (Life) And I don't want no b**h, if she ain't the baddest And she don't want no n***a without no cabbage They wild'n, she say "don't even try ta holla" If you ain't clockin, she want some dolla, dolla, dolla, dollas Either you makin it happen or you watching I made 24K in one hour She talking reckless, she must be on a molly She tryna ride it, but I'm grindin, grindin, grindin, grindin I done made it to the top from the bottom But at the bottom, them n***as bustin hollows Tryna make it like a n***a hit the lotto But them goons watching like who got it, got it, got it, got it I got a box of dead presidents in my closet Next to a bunch of dead rappers who want problems Roll with my sword, word to Mohammed Add another comma, I'm talking profit, profit... (profit, profit...) And they told me real Gs move in silence I made a k**ing when I used to move that China I'm out here (fivin'?) if I ever hear them sirens I don't need no lighter to spit that fiyah, fiyah, fiyah, fiyah I'm feeling like Dr. Dre on that chronic... I'm feeling like B.I.G, who shot you?... I'm tryna make my paper circulate I been plotting all goddamn day! (Ro!) (Hook-Young Roddy) (2x) Get Money Get Money Get Money Get... Stay Mobbin, Stay mobbin, Stayin mobbin, uh (Verse - Trademark Da Skydiva) Been in the trenches so long my boots muddy I live by two rules - love family and get money Grind behind mines whether it's rainin, snow or sunny No matter the weather, Trade out to get this cheddar Like a fine wine, over time I get better n***as sleeping if they think they creeping up to my level Live by this motto, keeping business over pleasure Diamond in the rough, dig me up, I'm hidden treasure n***as in the hood up to no good, tote Berettas Attitude whatever, modern day goodfellas Round here you either buying or selling Snitches get stitches in ditches, so keep it quiet, no telling (Uh) Make them dollars circulate, that's what I'm yellin Been on this paper chase since I was eleven Got my pedal to the metal, no slowing up In the fast lane to get change, watch me stack it up Till my pockets fat enough And I'm paper peeling, straight chilling Slinging verses like grams to grands, keep adding up Big business over here, I'm talking mega bucks Fresh bands in my pants, my pockets stay padded up, n***a!