Get Money N***a (feat. Meek Mill)

Gucci

Meek Milly

From ATL to Philly, ****, real recognize real

Yeah, we hood rich, bitch, trap God, turn us up

I'm a money gettin' ****

At least that's just what I'm known for

You better call on my connect

And ask him what he put me on for

I heard ya **** ballin'

Then why the fuck you take a loan for

Better get the fuck out East Atlanta

You **** know you don't belong here

All my **** smokin' strong here

We don't talk reckless on the phone here

A lot of cliques don't get along here

Brick squad my nig', we rock our own gear

I'm on the crib sitting on my lawn chair

I hope you don't read me wrong

But if I go pull out that tone dear

I bet that you don't make it home

I'm in the trap house with my long johns

And I been trappin' all day long

They call me bakin' soda Armstrong

Before it dry that shit be gone

I'm a money gettin' **** (Money gettin' ****)

At least that's just what I'm known for (That's just what I'm known for)

You better call up my connect (My connect)

And ask him what he put me on for (What he put me on for)

I heard ya **** ballin' (Ballin')

Then why the fuck you take a loan for (Loan for)

You better stay up out of Philly, ****

You know you pussies don't belong here

Rose gold on my bottom six, half a mil on foreign whips

I'm in the wheel with a foreign bitch

I'm on the bra strap, she on this dick

Just bow down you lame, your diamonds look strange

I'm grindin' like Wayne when he on that skateboard, I'm safe

****, your new girl's my old bitch, my old bitch, your new girl

Young lil' rich Philly ****, them hoes tell me I'm too thorough

I don't even fuck one on one 'cause when I come, I need two girls

That's down to fuck like all night, get them bitches that hard pipe

Ridin' with a hoe named Keisha, and we smokin' on Keisha

Young **** fresh like Easter, blood drippin' on my sneakers

Straight drop, I stick that, I sell a brick, I get back

That Molly look like a Tic Tac, and I tell a hoe that shit back like, whoa

I'm a money gettin' ****

At least that's just what I'm known for

You better call on my connect

And ask him what he put me on for

I heard ya **** ballin'

Then why the fuck you take a loan for

Better get the fuck out East Atlanta

You **** know you don't belong here

I drop a bag on yo' head ****

And they'll locate yo' ass like OnStar

I ain't have to buy shit ****

My **** Waka got his own car

You on my dick, like you a bitch ****

Why don't you go and quote yo' own bars

And I don't want to go back to jail ****

But you gon' make me catch one more charge

I could look and tell you're frail ****

But you keep on tryna to look hard

Your friends keep askin' what's the smell ****?

That's your motherfuckin' homeboys

I'm a money gettin' ****

At least that's just what I'm known for

You better call on my connect

And ask him what he put me on for

I heard ya **** ballin'

Then why the fuck you take a loan for

Better get the fuck out East Atlanta

You **** know you don't belong here