Privaledge - Get The Money lyrics

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Privaledge - Get The Money lyrics

[Produced By DeLorean] [Hook] They don't want to see you get the money No love for these n***as Young n***a all about the funds Ain't no trusting these n***as Ain't no trusting these hoes neither Turn your back, they'll f** on these n***as We just made a group decision We don't f** with these n***as We don't f** with these n***as, we don't f** with these n***as We don't f** with these n***as, we don't f** with these n***as We don't f** with these n***as, we don't f** with these n***as We don't f** with these n***as, we don't f** with these n***as [Verse 1] Booty shaking like an aftershock IPhone, she like boy is you a mack or not? Philly bull, southwest, we be trapping blocks Bout to go J Prince, girl I rap a lot She say Imma do it for you, let me do it Priv Them other n***as get no turn, they gon have to watch Four five, waistband, I don't have to lock Homie bang on a n***a, he bout to rat to cops They hated so long that I done caught on Barely even flexing, I be working on my forearm Young 2Pac, they tell me get my Shakur on ASU hoes used to f** em in the dorm Got bored on these rap n***as I'm fly get my store on I'm selling them swagger, I bag her, she goin' on Bout how you be simping, goddamn you just drawl on These hoes on the daily Westbrook got them Jordans Walk up in the House of Hoops, hella swag They already know my name, I got hella bags Put my name on the front, they be hella mad Middle finger give a f** you can tell ‘em that Purple [?] call my youngin, finna mail him that You rich, but your homies broke, we ain't feeling that Real sh**, you thought I wasn't selling that Flow hot like a n***a went to hell and back [Hook] [Verse 2] Running through these hoes like a running back Real rap, homie you ain't talking none of that Beat the p**y up but I don't cum in that Dope dick, that's the reason why she coming back Backflip, I just have a little fun with that Never on no joe sh**, finna punish that b**hes hit me all the way out where London at They need to book me for a show, I be in my bag I don't f** with these n***as CPS, I be son-ing these n***as I don't even want to run to these n***as [?]bull, f** around and pull a gun on these n***as, damn Philly, I'm just being blunt with these n***as CDs, we be selling out the trunk on these n***as I'm just saying, same ho you be cuffing my n***a Every time I see her she be f**ing my n***as She a thottie, she with the Thot-a-nati Hating b**hes sit down like they tryna potty Bout to do it big but I won't be riding shotty My b**h bad, she'll f** around and catch a body Get the panties wet, f** around and go Jumanji Monsoon drive by, n***a that's a homi Blow jobs, no h*mo, she on her Tommy I don't even even sweat her, you n***as be on your Cosby b**h [Hook]