Jae Millz - Get Money lyrics

Ay, let's do it! RIP, BIG Wanna sip Rose in my new condo Play PS4 with mac can see... Pick up my iPhone, try to crack the task code Get loud till I get in, and I bust your a** mode The truth... smoke on my weeds That's .. pussies singing in middle Z Now check it! If another n***a f**, you better make 'em pay Bring 'em back to daddy And pick up some take out on the way Yeah, my flow nice like a sunny day And ... in the middle of May Me and my team used to smoke the goons and pray And the way we seem them haters, the money get in the way Mills in this b**h, New York city, I got this! I plan this, pacify whoever they say the hot is (real talk) Rest in peace, Christopher Wallace I'm still getting them dollars Cubans sit on them... on them collars Still we're eating like we hit the lotto I do the chick, and Marcel and my lady do the lobster and muscatto All that and a bottle of dark pin n***as get on me, I keep it on me Arms be under the arm rest in arm's reach Ain't nobody throwing punches, so f** your arm speed! Check, I love 'em! Problems with my wife, don't discuss them sh** like that ain't up for discussion n***as social media ain't beefing like you can't touch 'em Every rapper odd till they wake up from a contusion So I live in the club with me, and you stared fussing Nah, you ain't flipping that at all, we call that cuffing I'mma ball till I die, b**h! My closet only hang with fly sh** My pa**port tear it up, yeah, I fly big And being myself forever on that damn white sh**, yeah! Call the gang, b**h Jae Millz, b**h! Get money!