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get that money (ft. jk wuzaa) - tzb lyrics

get that money (ft. jk wuzaa) lyrics
[produced by hoodrixh]

[verse 1: tzb]
this is luxury rap, call it adept
i’m disposing of novices at the drop of a hat
b*tch, a n*gga been ready, so where the f*ck is you at?
you said that you was gon’ pull up, let me see you do that
my sh*t bang like a musket, i’m elon muskin’
steady launching them rockets, i reach for stars and the profit
some n*ggas poor in the projects, still pulverizing some objects
and way before we dissolve it, you know we gotta resolve it
i f*cked ‘em raw on the carpet, i’m talking ‘bout doggy
i’m talking ménages with broads, what that accomplished?
and i can’t even stop it, it’s far too arousing
even though i’m cold hearted, i got some gifts in my stalking
and i’m not sipping on dirty, i’m drinking sh*t that you floss wit’
talking ‘bout listerinе, belaire bleu in my vеins
i’m still doing my thing, and i know you disdained
got your b*tch in the kitchen just like mr. clean
i coulda been nevalanded ‘cause i love me some wings
pulling up to hooter’s with a bunch of blue cheese
if you fired up, ima put you at ease
getting so much money, i can’t count it for free

[chorus: tzb]
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
how the f*ck you doubt a n*gga?
so young, i gotta get buck
front of you want, i don’t give a f*ck
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
how the f*ck you doubt a n*gga?
[verse 2: jk wuzaa]
so much blue cheese, but i prefer the ranch when i get the chickens
got my gloves on, no fingerprints when i wash the dishes
category 5, in the kitchen, how i water whip it
it’s a tsunami, i flood the streets, the fiends skinny*dipping
man, what’s the difference? don’t care bout skin color or your religion
you want it, i got it, straight off the pot, you see the stove sizzling
even if you owe me, ima bless you like a new custo’
don’t forget about me, whole time i’m testin’ out your character
my elders, i call em ‘unc’ like the fresh prince of bel*air
she said i embarrassed her, said i’m rich, and i don’t care for her
i cut the b*tch, i got a s*x doll
i found out, that b*tch tried to knock me off
she texting my phone, thought i blocked her dawg
i beat the picture frame off the wall
she want the combination to the vault, i put that b*tch in a figure*four
atm, she want my pin number, i got that sh*t that make your nose number
in the kitchen like i’m aunt jemima, i got that dope from lil’ mama
you’d be surprised who’s the dope supplier
you’d be surprised who use arm & hammer
20s, 50s, hunnids, i been countin’ that sh*t all day
i got that trap money, that trap money stank
so you know i count that sh*t far from my face, yeah
20s, 50s, hunnids, i been countin’ that sh*t all day
i got that trap money, that trap money stank
so you know i count that sh*t far from my face, yeah
[chorus: tzb]
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
how the f*ck you doubt a n*gga?
so young, i gotta get buck
front of you want, i don’t give a f*ck
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
get that money, then i count it, n*gga
how the f*ck you doubt a n*gga?

- tzb lyrics

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