Get Money lyrics - dej loaf (feat. Benny The Butcher, Boldy James & Conway The Machine)

 Trauma Tone

His name is Kino Beats


Got 'em pissed 'bout a MAG, got 'em pissed, got 'em mad

Yeah, had to get in my bag, in my bag, yeah

Oh, they didn't think that I could last

Thinking that she's sweet, I'll put them killers on your ass

How you from the east and you can't even get a pat? (Whoa)


I hate when lyin' tigers bare

Hard ballin', ain't a nigga I'ma spare


Put your wrist in the air

Put your wrist in the air

You gettin' money, they aware

You gettin' money, they aware

It's a lot of bosses up in here (Who, yeah)

It's a lot of bosses up in here


Hit another brick, just like Craig (Woah!)

I fake, then I get dropped in the stand (Drop!)

Ric Flair, Beanie Sigel, I feel it in the air

Put an eagle on your head

They gon' lay eggs and fly

Hope I don't wake up to my will regret (Will regret)

I woke up with a bottle in my bed

Fuck him 'til the eyes roll to the back of my head (Mhm)

Ballin' with some niggas that's 'bout what they said, yeah


Put your wrist in the air

Put your wrist in the air

You gettin' money, they aware

You gettin' money, they aware

It's a lot of bosses up in here (There's a lot of us in this bitch)

It's a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah)


Cautious of snakes, but often, bosses relate

I broke down a quarter of weight on a white porcelain plate

I woke up feelin' marvelous today

Y'all think I flossed with this cake

But that show money help my dog with his case (My nigga)

Yeah, I still feel it when I pass through ghettos

Y'all had to settle we turned to family in Griselda Fashion Rebels

Six months in the trap, that's a May to November run

Real shit, you not a boss 'til you make your nigga one


I hate when lyin' tigers bare

Hard ballin', ain't a nigga I'ma spare


Put your wrist in the air

Put your wrist in the air

You gettin' money, they aware

You gettin' money, they aware (Yeah)

It's a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah)

It's a lot of bosses up in here (Look)


She know who the boss is, I bounce back from my losses

Bust an AP flawless from that pot and that fork shit

Mayweather money, beat up them charges

Too much drip, that's why the closet is bigger than your apartment

I give her backshots 'til I empty my cartridge

Fuck her now on the sink, the pussy drip like the faucet

The pussy nigga kept talkin', his life on the line, he lost it

It's pressure, then we uppin', we ain't squashin'

Machine, bitch


I hate when lyin' tigers bare

Hard ballin', ain't a nigga I'ma spare


Put your wrist in the air

Put your wrist in the air

You gettin' money, they aware

You gettin' money, they aware

It's a lot of bosses up in here (Black works)

It's a lot of bosses up in here


Girl, I pull a few strings, still love to shoot with them things

Got fiends in the greens, still want a 2-for-15

Hunty taking pop bottles back to catch a cab to me

Now I give her five dollars just to pump the gas for me

On the east catching cells in the 48214

Fifty deep on the wheels, we want all them M boxes

Gotta land on the pint so my blood out and bonded

Uncle Teddy play with cottons, Uncle Smally skin poppin'

Where we at


Put your wrist in the air

Put your wrist in the air

You gettin' money, they aware

You gettin' money, they aware

It's a lot of bosses up in here

It's a lot of bosses up in here


Bosses up in here

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