612FatBoy

612FatBoy - Get Dis Money lyrics

rate me

All the real d boys stand up

Paper chasers

Close case nightmares being dead broke

Mama cry came and kick the front door

Remember that shit like it was yesterday

I had different way I was getting paid

Getting to the money no time to stop

Ain’t in the NBA but wanna ball

Younger in the game with a poker face

Trying to get the cheese in this rat race

Put the money for the boys shit you ain’t win

Forgiato on the curve ball in the wind

I don’t need a friend

This car paid up..

Start full cup filled up with Codeine

Get locked up serving them dope in

NBA ball live in that street in

As of young I was thought to get dis money

Get dis money, get dis money

I was young and I was thought to get dis money

Get dis money, get dis money

I was young and I was thought to get dis money

Me hot to a fly with a paper round

6 scene with a dream couldn’t keep it down

Gotta get it in the feeling

This is what it was

Fuck getting rich I’m at the bank trust fund

I’ll get crushed, smoke from my lungs

Been doing good I’m the man in my hood

Twist it in a trap and it’s up shot

Imma get how I live even at the park

See them waiting up gotta put it on a scale

You come from retail I’m selling wholesale

No fucking fist here, I got that fist scale

Start full cup filled up with Codeine

Get locked up serving them dope in

NBA ball live in that street in

As of young I was thought to get dis money

Get dis money, get dis money

I was young and I was thought to get dis money

Get dis money, get dis money

I was young and I was thought to get dis money

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