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YB - Get Money lyrics

[Intro]
Big meech talking
We don't fall out over no girls
We hit em all
They hit my hoes i hit they hoes
The ones that dont wanna be shared
Thats yo own personal one
Other than that
We ain't fallin out over no hoes
But we got all types of n***as around here

[Chorus 1]
I got dope on yo block
I got dope i got dope
I got dope on yo block
I got dope i got dope
Skrr skrr skrr n***a
Count up a check
Count up a check count up a check
Bird calls
Count up a check
Count up a check count up a check
Trap my n***a
I demand you n***as to get money
Count up a check
I demand you n***as to stack hunnids
You know i got it
I demand you n***as to get money
Get that paper
I demand you n***as to stack hunnids
Talking bags
Money and women won't break us n***a
Where you from what you claim what's ya city
Atl f** n***a
Why do good girls love black mob n***as
We make money it don't make us n***a

[Verse 1]
I got dope on yo block wa**up chea
I got dope on yo block wa**up chea
I came so far from the bottom
I'm talkin under the dirt
Us against the world
My goons will put you on a shirt
Robbin migos on midway
b**h that was us
Shootin up yo mama house
f**in all yo sisters
b**h that was us
f**ed yo girlfriend
And yo baby mama
b**h that's still us
Started in east atlanta
Started in zone 6
Started in decatur
Lithonia and stone mountain
I done seen this mobb sh**
In other states sellin dope
If you with the mobb grab a plate
And if you ain't you on a plate
Can't fall out over hoes
They just like what they see
I f** wit real trap n***as
Who do the math in they sleep
If you can't tell me trap numbers
Than i refuse to believe
Shout out to the girls that held it down
You the real mvp

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[Chorus 2]
I got dope on yo block
I got dope i got dope
I got dope on yo block
I got dope i got dope
Skrr skrr skrr n***a
Count up a check
Count up a check count up a check
Bird calls
Count up a check
Count up a check count up a check
Trap my n***a
I demand you n***as to get money
Count up a check
I demand you n***as to stack hunnids
You know i got it
I demand you n***as to get money
Get that paper
I demand you n***as to stack hunnids
Talking bags
Money and women won't break us n***a
Where you from what you claim what's ya city
Atl f** n***a
Why do good girls love black mob n***as
We make money it don't make us n***a

[Verse 2]
Shoot out boys f** wit big guns
No hand guns bro
Ima tax you when i get it
But i bought it for the low
My lil cousins took it
sh** they playin with them pounds
If you prove you wit the mob
I salute yo a** right now
We got it out the mud
Free big snoop he in prison
15 years my big homie
Went to the peniteary
Me and juan held it down
Big juan thats my round
Me and juan held it down
Me and juan held it down

[Chorus 3]
I got dope on yo block
I got dope i got dope
I got dope on yo block
I got dope i got dope
Skrr skrr skrr n***a
Count up a check
Count up a check count up a check
Bird calls
Count up a check
Count up a check count up a check
Trap my n***a
I demand you n***as to get money
Count up a check
I demand you n***as to stack hunnids
You know i got it
I demand you n***as to get money
Get that paper
I demand you n***as to stack hunnids
Talking bags
Money and women won't break us n***a
Where you from what you claim what's ya city
Atl f** n***a
Why do good girls love black mob n***as
We make money it don't make us n***a

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