Omega Crosby - Money lyrics

[Chorus] They hate it when you shine, yea They don't wanna see you grind, yea All these girls wanna be mine, yea But I ain't got time, yea Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh [Verse 1] High as the moon, fly as a kite She want the pipe but she ain't the type I love these checks, the money's my wife n***as be hatin, but that ain't my life I go ham on em, ham on em They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em They said I put that flame on em, flame on em They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em Nooo, same n***a same clique tho Get brilla, f**k b**hes, takin pics tho I'm trappin out the bake they don't get it tho I see a real thick chica I'ma getta tho They say I'm hella raw, well I'm from stanislaus They put a roof over my city I'm bout to tear it off I'm in that first cla** poppin bottles eatin toast If you ain't gone follow why you likin all my posts [Chorus] They hate it when you shine, yea They don't wanna see you grind, yea All these girls wanna be mine, yea But I ain't got time, yea Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh [Verse 2] Man I'm on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone The models in my DM say I'm hella on, k** em all I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk If come to a color I be chasin green I put numbers on the board they ain't ever seen Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope At the age of fourteen I got my first note At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope Ray Charles I can't see myself bein broke I live like erryday my birthday I really drink champagne when im thirstay I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness So fresh I put plug it in outta business [Chorus] They hate it when you shine, yea They don't wanna see you grind, yea All these girls wanna be mine, yea But I ain't got time, yea Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh [Verse 3] Sky is the limit, green light they can't stop me Errybody clones, everything I do they copy Shoutout to my girl lay, I'm flyin out to LA Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday I'm dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray [Chorus] They hate it when you shine, yea They don't wanna see you grind, yea All these girls wanna be mine, yea But I ain't got time, yea Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh Get money, get money oh