Rich $tunna - I Get Money lyrics

{hook} I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah, yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) {verse 1: rich $tunna} sh*t with our whole family I run for the money Mind get to bustin rhyme im All about dollar sighns money Respect but i still walk co*ky Unlike them other b*tches I got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party I make money to get by but the governments taxin it Making his own fu*king beats, covers, videos and all that sh*t Mo money mo problems when i get it i'm a pile it up And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck I started selling weed Didn't had a choice, needed to get money In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see To get money you commit crimes Rollin' down the four o five Where you belong with your family That i have all the money Blow up on this society If i can make them money {hook} I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah, yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) {verse 2: trinidad cartel} As i light one for ill will Cash money, financial Posters on the wall, posted on my balls Yup money talks, but for you money walks Perhaps it's just a fantasy Gone head an make that money That's why i'm after this money Almost lost my life to the industry Getting to the money Cause some of you b*tches funny Getting to the money I’m tryna be low key Blow up on this society I run for the money This ain't drug money Baby it's thug money and love money Sometimes you go stores And buy everything that you see {hook} I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah, yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) {verse 3: don diva} Must be something you want me to see Money rules this city,nobody got pity She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears We got the money, now let's make it flip like gymnastics Living if she is or not We'll fu*k up everything we got b*tches love money and i got a lot of money I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny ‘fore he hit the room, hear A “vroom!” from the porsche b*tch Young money young money yeah we getting rich Yo, i'm fu*king goldilocks up in the forest I got money mind and money on my wrist Crystal glasses we mash on them jealous ba*tards Money got my fam going back words First off congratulations on the win Got so much money that's call inflation {hook} I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah, yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) {verse 4: lil' shawna} The bags have been packed and zipped Then play you all my latest sh*t Know it good when she go no hands But fu*k all you scum bags Since we begin, i'm a twisted Man, my fam will never understand my plans Lost a couple friends, cool; made a lot of fans Hottest on tracks, i'm the sh*t like what fills colostomy bags I be smacking up these rapping fu*ks then wrap em up with plastic bags When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands And blastin' to snatch you trannies like hand bags I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants The mirror, bags under my eyes The world seems strange at times Money come and money go Still money problems addin up You oughta see this, my Modded sneaker is often three much {hook} I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah, yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) {verse 5: rich vybz} About disaster in the world and No gang alignment but i'm very vibrant Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous See my desire for the lust, fu*ked up what was love Talkin' thathip-hop sh*t, don't get shot b*tch Underhand sh*t dread of force you bought rich Branko brothers gone and gang wars too You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you When you fly as a b*tch Yeah you thought she was rich Rack rack city b*tch He’ll be making people rich By a gang called the police E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees {hook} I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah, yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) {verse 6: ripsi winelover} I run new york, yeah we get money b*tch My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow See, with you, i never see it wrong You get money from mowin-the lawn And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, ain't it funny? You gotta know the motto get money then b*tches Wale got skills, man my guy i’m will smith fu*k you bunch is here, never disrespect my family But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fu*king walk Ill just get my money then clock the f*gs on my block You don't mean that, you f*ggot That hoover figg get the money sh*t Well go and get that money, i'll be right here chilling fu*k the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing These fu*kin trannies thinkin' they can tell me what To do they gonna get shot pow like b*tch We get money bags and we gonna be at your block b*tch {hook} I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (i, i get it) I, i get money, money i got (yeah, yeah) Money, money i got, money, money i got (i run new york!) {outro: ripsi winelover} (i run new york!) (i, i get it) (yeah)