Gucci Mane - Get Money Nigga Ft. Meek Mill lyrics

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Gucci, Meek Mill

From 808 feelie real recognize real

yeah we hood rich

Trap God turn us up

Nigga, and this niggas wanna know for

you better call em my connect

and next from what he put me on for

I heard your nigga ballin

do what the f*ck you take alone for

but you get the f*ck this..

you nigga know you don't belong girl,

all my niggas smoking scrome here

we don't talk reckless on the phone here

a lot of clitch don't get alone here,

please scrub my nigga we rock our own gear

I'm on the press and on the long chair

I hope that you don't read me wrong

but if I go pull up that tongue dear

I bet that you don't make it home,

I'm in the choppers with my long jass

and I'm in trapper all day long

they call me back and sold the own ..

before you try that shit be gone

I'm a money get nigga, and this bitches wanna know from

you'd better call em my connect and next some what he put me on from

I heard your niggas balling

do what the f*ck you take a long for

you better stare by the fillie nigga

you know them pussy don't belong here

[Meek Mill:]

Rose go on my bottle six,

have the Mill on form whip

I'm inner will with foreign bitch

I'm on a bright strap and she on this dick

she bout tell you lane, your diamonds look strange,

I'm grinding like win, when you on that skateboard

say, nigga you new girls my open,

my old bitch your new girl,

young low rich fillie nigga, them hoes tell me I'm truth..

I don't need and f*ck one on one

'cause when I come I need two girls,

that girl to f*ck like all night,

get them bitches that whole pipe

riding round with Keyshia

and we smoking no Keyshia

young nigga friends like easter,

tripping on my sneackers

ray drop I seat that, I celebrate I get back

that molly look like a tic-tac

and I tell that hoe that I tic tac like ohh

I'm a money..

and this bitches what em know for

you'd better call em my connect

and next what he put em on for

I I heard your niggas ballin

do do what the fuck you take a long for

but get the fuck out this..

you niggas know you don't belong girl

I drop a back on your head nigga

and then locate you like own star

I ain't had to buy shit nigga

my nigga Waka got his ow call

you want my dick like you a bitch nigga

won't you go and..your own bars

and I won't go back and jail nigga

but you gonna make me catch my own jar

I can look and tell you fry nigga

but you keep on try to look hard

your fresh keep action what's the spell nigga

that's your motherf*cking home boys

I'm a money get nigga, and these bitches what em known for

You better call em my connect

and next so what he out me on for

I heard your niggas balling

do do what the fuck you take a long for

but get the fuck out this..

you niggas know you don't belong girl