Illa Ghee - Get Money lyrics

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Illa Ghee - Get Money lyrics

[Verse 1] If you rap Imma spit sh** Skate, Imma kickflip Don't need a shovel to dig this The beat is just paper So Imma rip this Illa rap syphillis Syllables sick sh** Socialize Any n***a in rap, you been notified Illa Ghee break bones that been bonafide Game winner like the home base slide (?) the projects (?) I Outta the dirt became fly Brand new loafers and Louis Vuitton ties I'm on the ball with the game tied With the win, I better have the game high Drug flow, got the whole game high Wet sentences, yah and I remain dry Never will attain (?) General, Illa Ghee, that's the same guy [Hook] Drink, show off your ice and get money Light that love of your life and get money Ladies, put your drinks up and get money Hustlers, do what you do and get money (x2) [Verse 2] Nightmare murder way of hurting you Fire burned you, fire flow smacked your inner circle I smell perfume signs of a b**h, n***a I get money, signs of a rich n***a Never talk softly, guns will get him off me Rap saturated, I'm decaffeinated coffee Tall men try but soon they die shortly Sex game crazy now she wanna stalk me Sex game crazy look what (?) Illa Ghee big king of the street I done lost it, razor your neck, you a faucet Travel the world broke but still I'm flossing See me, I'm like money in a mattress Give a little back man like government taxes Sex with an actress I leave with scratches The black Brad Pitt raps battery acid [Hook] [Verse 3] Jumped in the game, landed on cement running Bottom line, I'm like rap when it meant something News flash flows finishing flash drives Checking all Bibles, see if I'm baptized Check for street cred, see if I clap guys Dummy, Illa got the rap game mummy Rap eggs but these eggs ain't runny Well these eggs (?) Real n***as know the meaning when I said that Henry the Eighth, off a n***a head rap Nickel nines and I'm chilling with a bunch of dimes I'm Blake Griffin in the p**y at all times What kind of chick you looking for, I got all kinds She don't think, but yah she give good mind You gotta love it when a crook rhymes And I can tell you love it when the crook shine [Hook]

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