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i get money (remix) - rich $tunna lyrics

[hook]
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (yeah)
money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (yeah, yeah)
money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!)

[verse 1: rich $tunna]
sh*t with our whole family
i run for the money
mind get to bustin rhyme im
all about dollar sighns money
respect but i still walk c*cky
unlike them other b*tches
i got itt la*di*da*di, welcome to my house party
i make money to get by but the governments taxin it
making his own f*cking beats, covers, videos and all that sh*t
mo money mo problems when i get it i’m a pile it up
and i ain’t shallow, material things suppress bad luck
i started selling weed
didn’t had a choice, needed to get money
in the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see
to get money you commit crimes
rollin’ down the four o five
where you belong with your family
that i have all the money
blow up on this society
if i can make them money
[hook]
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (yeah)
money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (yeah, yeah)
money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!)

[verse 2: trinidad cartel]
as i light one for ill will
cash money, financial
posters on the wall, posted on my b*lls
yup money talks, but for you money walks
perhaps it’s just a fantasy
gone head an make that money
that’s why i’m after this money
almost lost my life to the industry
getting to the money
cause some of you b*tches funny
getting to the money
i’m tryna be low key
blow up on this society
i run for the money
this ain’t drug money
baby it’s thug money and love money
sometimes you go stores
and buy everything that you see
[hook]
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (yeah)
money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (yeah, yeah)
money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!)

[verse 3: don diva]
must be something you want me to see
money rules this city,n0body got pity
she glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there’s tears
we got the money, now let’s make it flip like gymnastics
living if she is or not
we’ll f*ck up everything we got
b*tches love money and i got a lot of money
i tell em “honey, i no cher” i’m so sunny
‘fore he hit the room, hear
a “vroom!” from the porsche b*tch
young money young money yeah we getting rich
yo, i’m f*cking goldilocks up in the forest
i got money mind and money on my wrist
crystal glasses we mash on them jealous b*st*rds
money got my fam going back words
first off congratulations on the win
got so much money that’s call inflation
[hook]
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (yeah)
money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (i, i get it)
i, i get money, money i got (yeah, yeah)
money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!)

[verse 4: lil’ shawna]
the bags have been packed and zipped
then play you all my latest sh*t
know it good when she go no hands
but f*ck all you scum bags
since we begin, i’m a twisted
man, my fam will never understand my plans
lost a couple friends, cool; made a lot of fans
hottest on tracks, i’m the sh*t like what fills colostomy bags
i be smacking up these rapping
f*cks then wrap em up with plastic bags
when timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands
and blastin’ to sn*tch you trannies like hand bags
i’mma sip moscato and you gon’ lose them pants
the mirror, bags under my eyes
the world seems strange at times
money come and money go
still money problems addin up
you oughta see this, my
modded sneaker is often three much

[verse 5: rich vybz]
about disaster in the world and
no gang alignment but i’m very vibrant
odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous
see my desire for the l*st, f*cked up what was love
talkin’ thathip*hop sh*t, don’t get shot b*tch
underhand sh*t dread of force you bought rich
branko brothers gone and gang wars too
you need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you
when you fly as a b*tch
yeah you thought she was rich
rack rack city b*tch
he’ll be making people rich
by a gang called the police
e*t*i*h, w’s, double d’s on her knees

[verse 6: ripsi winelover]
i run new york, yeah we get money b*tch
my money for folarin, but you do not get to throw
psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow
see, with you, i never see it wrong
you get money from mowin*the lawn
and a nose full of chowder, he’s choppin’ up all the doubters see
get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, ain’t it funny?
you gotta know the motto get money then b*tches
wale got sk!lls, man my guy i’m will smith
f*ck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
but i gotta get it gotta focus on that money
i skip to places, smiling faces, while you f*cking walk
ill just get my money then clock the f*gs on my block
you don’t mean that, you f*ggot
that hoover figg get the money sh*t
well go and get that money, i’ll be right here chilling
f*ck the fat lady, it’s over when all the kids sing
these f*ckin trannies thinkin’ they can tell me what
to do they gonna get shot pow like b*tch
we get money bags and we gonna be at your block b*tch

[outro: ripsi winelover]
(i run new york!)
(i, i get it)
(yeah)

- rich tunna lyrics

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