DIPSET - Get That Money lyrics

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Dipset

Testing testing

D.I.P

Testing Testing

Got to get That money man

Got to get That money

Got to get That money man

Got to get That money

I'll push up on these burbs

You can have theses trit bitches

Pull up to the curb

On the satalite dishes

Start alown with cars

Ya boy I'll be going hard

No tops shit I

Got a Mardi Gra garage

All the mall I'll get your barbie to monosh

And slobber on the knob

Once I'll all with the menash

You got the part in me

Ice all on the arm and Tee

Peep my neck and CVS

I don't need a pharmecy

I try to tell em

I'm the nicest to write recite

Do it presue it

A rebel your not on my level

So settle down

The engine make the benz flout

The chick and get close

She thick than some french toast

When I sit by

Just don't blow the kids Hi

Get fly pimp fly

Till I get the pink eye

I come from a hood were they merk the handle

Try to spin his shirt around

Make him taste the dirt and ground

This that murder sound

Make you want to hurt a clown

Somthing like a good deal

It hard for you to turn it down

Can't you see I'm running with them heaters

The gun is were I need it

U'll run out your addidas

Mad he's gunna jump

So you chumps better belive it

That what I'm marryed to the gun

But I dump it like she cheated

A heaven on the strip

Get the drip

Me and Katt put a cap to your chest

Now pledge allegence to the D.I.P

Got get that money man

Got get that money man

Got get that money man

Got get that money man

Got get that money man

Got get that money man

Got get that money man

Got get that money man

Got get that money man

Who the fuck is pimp

Who the fuck is pimpin huh?

Who the fuck is winnin

Who the fuck is winnin huh?

Who the fuck is dippin

Who the fuck is dipin huh?

Who the fuck is trippin

Who the fuck is trippin huh?

O.G call me sleep walker I see my whole dreams

And bitches call me silvia I make some mean greens

Soliders call me captain crunch

Cause if u in a crunch

You can call the captain pimpin

And I'm a bring a lunch

Gears call me role model

Yes a role model

Show you how to take a bank roll

And get a super model

Got so many hatters

I do not need gators

I like slide in flip flops

Like I slide through hip-hop

Money ain't make me

So broke can break me

I marry porvage a bitch

If she ricky lake me

I swear to fucking god

If you ever forsake me

I'll come into your baby house

And make you face me

Ladys call me preatty kitty

Niggas call me pretty shitty

I might be itty bitty

Still yet I run the city

Friends with the yin

My guap don stop

Case loads of pacoes

Dipset a Kick Rock

Who the fuck is pimp

Who the fuck is pimpin huh?

Who the fuck is winnin

Who the fuck is winnin huh?

Who the fuck is dippin

Who the fuck is dipin huh?

Who the fuck is trippin

Who the fuck is trippin huh?