Get That Money

Back it up Back it up Get rid of the weight Before the crooked can snag it up Run the jut Run the jut Don't care about the quality If it don't cost a lot Calling shots Calling shots You got to answer the door When you hear the three knocks Hit the spot Hit the spot G loiters on the corner Cause I'm working the shop Get that money man Make more money Flying down this track Yea I'm higher than a pelican Get that money man Make more money Got blues on my back Like I'm starring on a multicam Get that money man Make more money Got stubble on my sack From cutting up Columbian Get that money man Make more money Investing for the future Saving for a dental plan Need your fix Yea I'm the G That's gonna keep you sick Discount for chicks She got to sound like a sailor Just one of my kinks Have a weak dick Got a pill for that But its gonna make your pee stink Ain't no card trick I always play my hand Cause folding's for a bitch Back it up Back it up Get rid of the weight Before the crooked can snag it up Run the jut Run the jut Don't care about the quality If it don't cost a lot Calling shots Calling shots You got to answer the door When you hear the three knocks Hit the spot Hit the spot G loiters on the corner Cause I'm working the shop Get that money man Make more money Just another track Adding detail to my Master Plan Get that money man Make more money Starving for a snack I suggest fried pineal gland Get that money man Make more money Coding an app For my drugger's delivery vans Get that money man Make more money Make you wait twenty minutes I'm that Southern kind of African Busting my ass You know where to go If you're looking for grass Spot the stash Hitting the supply Can't deny the crash Taking your cash Hit you with the bag Or I run away fast Drawing a graph Its done in colored crayons But its all real math Back it up Back it up Get rid of the weight Before the crooked can snag it up Run the jut Run the jut Don't care about the quality If it don't cost a lot Calling shots Calling shots You got to answer the door When you hear the three knocks Hit the spot Hit the spot G loiters on the corner Cause I'm working the shop Get that money man Make more money My toes are turning black Cause I'm cooler than an artic clam Get that money man Make more money I'm a criminal dog Y'all can call me Chris Chan Get that money man Make more money Get maced in the face Don't mess with an artisan Get that money man Make more money I'm slinging all this junk But it belongs in a trashcan Melting you face Put a kilo in that batter Then I sent it to space Dragons I chase Money power bitches And that motherfucking base Steps we retrace They said I fucking lost it But my minds been misplaced Just in case Ima trip you up So I don't lose this race