Young Tony - Getting to the Money lyrics

Gettin to money, snowstorm or sunny Laughin to the bank gettin paid is funny I know im the man, cooler than a fan A n***a got fans check instagram Tony montana mr make it happen A n***a catching deals boutta make it rapping The young boy a lyricist, all I spit is serious You monkeys in the middle no wonder you so curious I got a dream ima make mine happen No spuares in my circle you inna pineapple My girl won't even smile at you, and you can try get her shid n***a I will bet you I'm a real n***a I can't be fake These n***as really love me it can't be hate This n***as soft inside like cheesecake My team stay winning ball hard sweepstakes For geesh sake, y'all calling me fake When most of y'all rapper is motherf**in remakes For peace sake, they call me mestake Cuz I'll cook a n***a like a f**in beef steak My team we straight, they think we hate We.got these n***as looking at us like eastbay Fly we stay, its too easy Young like jeezy, n***a rap need me Who can guard me, you need a army, you cannot arm me, I'm like lebron G Who think they can tell them they can't Im so unbeatable now they call me melo Durant Im big in this little city ima elephant ant The odds of me making it out is a helluva chance Cuz I got a big flow make elephants dance That type get up in your skin make your skeleton dance Im like please n***a try me, goonies right beside me We ain't playin no games n***a this ain't IG If we talking in colors I got green I'll buy you, paint your shirt red n***a I ain't talking pyru Im outta this world like sky blue, leave your whole head yellow like khali I like my watches gold n***a, and if its black then bold n***a, my sevens come in navy like they was old n***a You n***as crazy, work habits lazy, im so f**in hot I made the devil get a AC Thats crazy, my closet look like macys, have a glla** of water you thirsty n***as in the way B Ayee B, word to jay z, I bet a thousand dollars that a thousand n***as hate me Thats a ashame son, whats my name son, I bet they going think we cool soon as the fame come We ain't cool dog, this ain't school dog, you think you my mans but you broke the rules dog I dont need friends, you n***as need ends, the reason I love my n***as is cuz we win Yeah we win, n***a you geeking, I bet the livest party be the one we in Cuz we in, you n***as need out, I thought I told yall before we bring them Bs out Sevens jeans, with my yankees hat co*ked to the side White forces on, with my laces westside tied My bars dangerous like wet pavement, im so fly I make birds feel underrated All yall minor to me forreal, you n***as acting so pa**ive well im shooting to k** n**ga nwm the nation, king tony f** whoeever hating