RMG - Get Money lyrics

One hundred dollar Benjamin One Hundred dollar, 
Benjamins Big knots 
Couple shots How they reel em in A couple drinks Then a couple girls This how that life goes on in that blind world Get money One hunnid hunnid hunnid hunnid hunnid [Verse 1: Canon] Up in the club Everybody be wildin' out like Nick Cannon on d** And the women they be running to the brother with the candy coat Sitting on dubs plus 4, and his Cadillac sat low And it's 2 am and they been ready to get the money and women So we can pop a little X-O And the drinks at the bar, they stacking real tall When they make a little tab on the shot gla** He's baller so he got a black card So he slips it out when the chick walk past Since everybody had a little vodka They talk like Silkk the Shocker And the girl look good when he drunk But when he woke up he saw big poppa Now look here shawty, I can smell Bacardi And they call me the hang over, we met at the party And that junk was poppin', and the Lord was watchin' And the truth about the Father You been wondering is punted and stumbling Over sin you target Now brother be cautious, 
this night ain't even your darkest You a slave to the world In the middle of the web and look, there's Charlotte But praise God theres hope, still And I'm praying to God you caught it Either its cash or Christ in this pa**ing life So drop it, it's garbage [Hook] One Hundred dollar, 
Benjamins Big knots 
Couple shots How they reel em in A couple drinks Then a couple girls This how that life goes on in that blind world Get money One hunnid hunnid hunnid hunnid hunnid [Verse 2: Canon] That club music been bumping You can't even find your conscience You the king and been running your own life So Who cares for the priest or the prophet You just want a little piece of the profit You want it, you got it Bruh I'm so sick of this topic Money, stop it All I hear is 

big money, one hunnid hunnid, fast cars Racks on racks on racks, while the Lamborghini blast off They gone break their little ankle tryna ball hard With your black bag, black strap for the black car Whole lot of dough in the tote bag, 
Gucci even got tote bags Rick Ross get straight yams But the money ain't the only thing blown fast Got a ton of women, ton of chicks, 
red bones, dark chicks White girls, brown chicks, light skin, 
nice ten All they wanna do is talk about the profit Well it's about time that we change the topic How about we all talk about the prophet Yea, so let's talk profit Cuz' he the only one that will last long While everything else just pa** on What will you do when your cash gone It ain't nothin left but a sad song [Hook]