Gucci Mane - Get Money n***a lyrics

[Intro:] Gucci, Meek Millie From ATL to Philly n***a Real recognize real Yeah we hood rich Trap God turn us up [Hook:] I'm a money gettin n***a At least that's just what I'm known for You better call on my connect And aks him what he put me on for I heard ya'll n***as ballin Dude, why the f** you take a loan for? Better get the f** out East Atlanta You n***as know you don't belong here [Verse 1:] All my n***as smoking scrome here We don't talk reckless on the phone here A lot of cliques don't get along here, Brick Squad my n***a, we rock our own gear I'm on the kriss and on the long chair I hope that you don't read me wrong But if I go pull out that tongue dear I bet that you don't make it home I'm in the choppers with my long Johns And I've been trapping all day long They call me back and so they on scron Before it dry, that sh** be gone [Hook:] I'm a money gettin n***a At least that's just what I'm known for You better call on my connect And aks him what he put me on for I heard ya'll n***as ballin Dude, why the f** you take a loan for? You'd better stay out by the Philly n***a You know you pussies don't belong here [Verse 2:] Rose go on my bottle six, Half a mill on foreign whip I'm in it well with a foreign b**h I'm on a bright strap and she on this dick Just bow there you lame You diamonds look strange I'm grinding like Wayne, when he on that skateboard I'm said n***a you new girl's my open My old b**h - your new girl, Young low rich Philly n***a, them hoes tell me I'm toothed up I don't need to f** one on one 'Cause when I come I need two girls That down to f** like all night Give them b**hes that hard pipe Ridin with a hoe named Keyshia And we smoking no Keyshia Young n***a friends like easter, Blood dripping on my sneackers Straight drop, I stick that I celebrate, I get back That Molly look like a Tic-Tac And I tell that hoe that I get that like oh [Hook:] I'm a money gettin n***a At least that's just what I'm known for You better call on my connect And aks him what he put me on for I heard ya'll n***as ballin Dude, why the f** you take a loan for? Better get the f** out East Atlanta You n***as know you don't belong here [Verse 3:] I drop a bag on your head n***a And then locate your a** like all star I ain't had to buy sh** n***a My n***a Waka got his own car You want my dick like you a b**h n***a Won't you go and coach your own boys? And I don't wanna go back to jail n***a But you gonna make me catch one more charge I can look and tell you fraid n***a But you keep on tryin to look hard Your friends keep aksing what's the spell n***a That's your motherf**ing home boys [Hook:] I'm a money gettin n***a At least that's just what I'm known for You better call on my connect And aks him what he put me on for I heard ya'll n***as ballin Dude, why the f** you take a loan for? Better get the f** out East Atlanta You n***as know you don't belong here