Get the Money

Hatas always hate, trick themselves out their place. Fumbled packs and always late, then get mad we can't relate We gon' eat, f*ck you mean, show my ass, on everyl scene Ain't no hating in my blood, I want everyone to eat Get the money, get the money Ima show you what's so funny Always hating on a playa, but I steadily get your money Yea I'm laughing, you be cappin, catch him lacking, lie what happened Tell his partnas, niggas jump him, held him down and ran his pockets -Ima blur on solo nights, grip the iron, and tuck the knife -Swap the bags, and check it twice, relocate and double time -If it's pressure, triple time, play with mine count it down -Got duct tape on the maxes, now we really playing now --let's get money, the mission you see, they hating, that powered team They frowning, your enter the scene, they mad, cause they starve and you eat Fix your face, when you talking to me, not ya partna or frienemy When you see me your talk is cheap, you had time before falling G -Now I'm labeled Silver back, took his sack and broke his back -Remixed it, and sold it back, laughing at his clowning ass -We suppose to get the racks, but you got high and stole the pack -Monkey jumping on his back, I skeert I can't come last Hatas always hate, trick themselves out their place. Fumbled packs and always late, then get mad we can't relate We gon' eat, f*ck you mean, show my ass, on everyl scene Ain't no hating in my blood, I want everyone to eat