Yung Berg, Mia Rey & Jordan Hollywood - Get 2 The Money lyrics

(Verse 1) I make this f**ing millionaires call me genius n***as going up when your b**h has become bulimic Ciroc in my cup I got your hoe all in my penis Plus I won't show up until you pay your real reedus 4 miles for his old chick, Rolling like we with Gunplay f** your b**h in my crib If ain't sh** like Jon J South side like Kanye Poppin sh** like Ali Made Mia lost snap back Me and my n***a don't see Everytime you see me you doubt I come in with that good Handgun in little dirt , gonna f** around in my hood Politic Valuda , chop it up we shook her sponsored links My mentor drink harder, told I get him , I got him (Hook) Swear we been through it all Now we get to the money Stop dealing with lames Now we get to the money Swear we been through it all Now we get to the money Stop dealing with lames Now we get to the money (Verse 2) I'ma start this verse and tell you how much that I really make And mister every time you see me I got on a different chain All my people run such a critique they do real estate And know that sh** you're talking need to hang it up like pitcher fake I just rub my a** off , I'm gonna pull my pants down And my crystal big I swear that sh** look like cabrera house You selfmade , thought in the ninth grade Pumping that 2 chains but I'm rocking 12 chains I do it for the town But I'm steady getting hoes Got more pills than the CDS Call me Dj Khaled b**h 'cause we the best Play that beat no time to waste They hatin' 'cause I'm made Now how I fill my ride with them I threw myself like sign language My name buzzing I'm vibrating Might f** around 5 places My b**h bad she need a salutation I swear she hotter than fireplaces (Hook) 'Cause we done been through it all Now we get to the money Stop dealing with lames Now we get to the money 'Cause we done been through it all Now we get to the money Stop dealing with lames Now we get to the money (Verse 3) Er'day k**ing these tracks bring a medical Hanging with a bad b**h blowing on medical All the new n******gs bossin', haters ,we forget about them We receive the hate but just laugh 'cause we don't care about them n***as hatin' on the team , 'cause we getting bread without 'em My job is to pet your girl Your job is to care about her If you seen this price tag Your a** would be scared to buy this Talking about what you might get, I got it I be in that foreign wheel, with a foreign b**h Blowing on that loud sh** Ol G, we on , heat wave, heat brought I'm tatted got a full sleeve on Add berg , we 3 strong Mia Rey singing mean song Then Hollywood n***a we gone Fire!