Rick Ross - Go Get The Money lyrics

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Rick Ross - Go Get The Money lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & (Rick Ross)] (That boy Zay on the beat) Maybach Music Zaytoven Aye, I'm talkin' everything Versace This sh** like Versace dream, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Aye, bruh, bring me one of them things that they put of they head and sh** These four got Versace soul I want the gown and all that sh** Muthaf**in' tea cup Silverware, I'm rockin' them Js though I feel rich in this muthaf**a', aye [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I just got back from Dubai (bai) I'm on these Xans so high (high) I'm [?] [Chorus: Rick Ross] Maybach Music Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay Go get the money machine, Zay, plug in the money machine, Zay Plug in the money money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay We need the money machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh Go get the money machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh Plug in the money machine, huh, I need the money machine, Zay We need the money money machine, Zay, we need the money machine, Zay We need the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay [Verse 2: T.I.] How much you think they would pay for your life? In the trap with the weed and the yay and the dice Do it big for my n***a's doin' bids in the struggle Free Kaep, Meek, middle finger to them s**as We don't hear them motherf**as, we get rid of motherf**as I'm a big dog, bark, you a little motherf**a I get your b**h dicked down right after she get ate like knife in her Have her screammin' [?] Her face look better with my pipe in it On percetets and vicodine, good weed and mushrooms You see the drink is all in the kitchen and the white girls in and outta [?] room I finna f** that sh**, is you in or not? There's a bag full of money, we'll be in or not From what I heard you [?] Shoot somebody, do a bid or not [Verse 3: Pusha T] AMG the fo, carbon fiber, n***as peelin' out Push bu*ton, roof is changin' colors, f** the ceilin' now Cookin' powder in a crockpot ‘till it's spillin' out Million dollar marchin' dope boys, bring my children out Feel ‘em out, you the plug, spit ‘em out You the hub, send ‘em out, Palm Island Rent a house, fly her in, rent her mouth Center stage, spendin' now, send her back Sweat it out with a bag breaded out, yeah! I would rather sell dope forever n***as (ever n***as) Take my chances instead of rappin' with you peasant n***as (peasant n***as) Underwater bring it back like it's a treasure n***a (treasure n***a) King Push and Zaytoven, it's whatever n***as [Chorus: Rick Ross] Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay Go get the money machine, Zay, plug in the money machine, Zay Plug in the money money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay We need the money machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh Go get the money machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh Plug in the money machine, huh, I need the money machine, Zay We need the money money machine, zay, we need the money machine, Zay We need the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay