Melvoni - Get money lyrics

[Intro: Melvoni] You heard? I ain't gon' lie, I wake up this morning feeling like Like that ni**a, feel me? I mean, I been that ni**a but now I'm that ni**a with money, you feel me? So we act a lil' differently on the east side, you dig? [Chorus: Melvoni] Get money, fu*k hoes Get money, smoke dope Get money, new clothes Get money, wrist froze Get money, bust guns Get money, don't run Get money, all blues Get money, no ones [Verse 1: Melvoni] I step out my crib and I feel like a boss Diamonds they drippin' 'cause I got the sauce I thought when she left me that I took a loss I sh*t on that b*tch, I don't got no remorse I sh*t on these ni**as every time I drop I don't play with that boy 'cause he talk to the cops And I'm still droppin' fools and I keep a few chops If he play with me, stupid lil' ni**a get popped (Prrah-pop-pop) And I'm fresher than Febreeze (Fresher than Febreeze) I'm gettin' money, plus it's clean (Plus it's clean) Remember that sh*t was a dream I remember, now I get this sh*t with ease (Grrt-grrt, pow) [Chorus: Melvoni & DDG] Get money, fu*k hoes Get money, smoke dope Get money, new clothes Get money, wrist froze Get money, bust guns Get money, don't run Get money, all blues Get money, no ones (Yeah) [Verse 2: DDG] I'm a big dog, I be callin' the shots Stack all the money and stunt on my opps All of my haters, they want what I got I'm in the city, I'm totin' a Glock (Pew) I got some aim, I know what I shot (Pew, pew, pew) ni**as be lame, you really a bot Fresh in the game, I'm just gettin' hot (Hot) Woo (Hot), woo (Hot), woo (Hot), okay I make a hunnid K in a day I don't want new friends, ni**as gay Only want new bands in the bank Got a Maybach sedan and a Wraith Smokin' on zazas and it stank All these ni**as wanna be me, but they can't [Chorus: Melvoni & DDG] I get money, fu*k hoes Get money, smoke dope Get money, new clothes Get money, wrist froze Get money, bust guns Get money, don't run Get money, all blues Get money, no ones [Verse 3: Tyla Yaweh] Money (Money), money (Woah) Looked at my bank account, seen all the zeros That sh*t is funny, ayy, funny, wait I'm savin' these racks on the backend I stay on a mission, I get it, I live it (Huh) She fu*kin' and su*kin' for status (Status) We shoot and we ball like a maverick (Maverick) You dissin' b*tch, disappear, magic (Magic) I went out to Stockholm and found me a blondie She's lovin' the lifestyle, she loved it a lotty (She love it a lot) Yeah, she lovin' the status She lovin' them cameras, she lovin' the flashes Always know watch your back and ride, ayy Little boy, you better stay in your place All of my hitters, they chase them a bag They flippin', finessin', that should be the way [Chorus: Melvoni] Get money, fu*k hoes Get money, smoke dope Get money, new clothes Get money, wrist froze Get money, bust guns Get money, don't run Get money, all blues Get money, no ones (Cha-ching) Get money, fu*k hoes (Cha-ching) Get money, smoke dope (Cha-ching) Get money, new clothes (Cha-ching) Get money, wrist froze (Cha-ching) Get money, bust guns (Cha-ching) Get money, don't run (Cha-ching) Get money, all blues (Cha-ching) Get money, no ones (Cha-ching) [Outro: Melvoni] Cha-ching Cha-ching Cha-ching Cha-ching, hahaha