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get ya money - philthy rich lyrics

[chorus: fabolous]
get ya money money, f*ck them broke n*ggas
get ya money money, f*ck them broke b*tches
get ya money money, get ya money

[verse 1: fabolous]
now i be riding through [?] shooter
i find a n*gga that can spot up and pull like a hooper recruiter
then i sit him on a stoop with a ruger
’cause i’m [?] watch the spot like [?]
i got a one two, a super [?]
for them n*ggas that’s disturbing the peace, like the group who with luda
and i just met the connect, [?]
so i’m probably looking as high as [?]
shorty say i’m cute, but in the coupe i be cutеr
explain, she gives me brain, likе she superhead tooter
on another note, she like betty crock with ready rock
get pounds of that sh*t, that smell like sweaty socks
but i do my share, chopping and bagging
stopping and dragging, popping the mag in
ain’t gotta see to believe, just stop and imagine
i’m [?] swagging, popping them tags and

[chorus: fabolous]
get ya money money, f*ck them broke n*ggas
get ya money money, f*ck them broke b*tches
get ya money money, get ya money
[verse 2: philthy rich]
the motto that i live by, be funk or die
these b*tch n*ggas keep hating, [?] broke and die
they having fights with the money, and they look like they losing
all these b*tches team philthy, it look like they choosing
forgi’s on my foreign, yeah, it look like i’m cruising
they stealing my swag, man, i should get to suing
they wasn’t rocking truey, wasn’t in the louie
red bottoms on, got them calling my phone
like how much did you spend?
broke n*gga, come again
[?] for them m’s, then i made [?] come again
that was twice in one night, reed*up in one night
i was moving that work, white like a t*shirt
flexin on my instagram, i know it gotta hurt
’cause you ain’t good in your hood, and i’m still on my terf
posted like a stopsign, can’t a n*gga stop mine
300,000 [?] a n*gga can’t block my shine
n*gga, it’s philthy

[chorus: fabolous]
get ya money money, f*ck them broke n*ggas
get ya money money, f*ck them broke b*tches
get ya money money, get ya money
[verse 3: smugla]
i’m fish scale dreaming, having tripple beam nightmares
[?] pulling off some kush in my timeshare
i’m blowing money fast, n*gga, like i don’t care
i got the blocks [?] even when i’m not there
every month, a hundred thousand or more
i can get a bird from [?]
i been with the sh*t, bruh since 94
and back then, i was 10, with a 25 [?]
in a magazine, now i’m pulling through the block
brand new benz, sitting behind [?]
about to scoop up sneaks from the 9 block
on the poster with the murder burners and the 9 glock
where i’m from, police don’t come until the gunplay stops
where them slugs land, that’s where the body drops
used to be [?], now he f*cking with the cops
when i see him, i’ma catch hiss ass, and fill him up with shots
get ya money, n*gga

[chorus: fabolous]
get ya money money, f*ck them broke n*ggas
get ya money money, f*ck them broke b*tches
get ya money money, get ya money

- philthy rich lyrics

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