Get Money Alwayz (ft. Young Dolph)

Get Money Alwayz
Fuck 'round and get ran up on
Fuck 'round, get lost and found (Fuck around)
YSL need a big amount (Slime)
YSL, trillest out (Hoo)

Got a AP on yeah, the bitch got no diamonds, ha
The bitch just plain Jane, uh
It's hittin' with the chain mane, yeah
Nigga my chain swing, yeah-yeah
Nigga we gon' bang, yeah
A young ni*** gang bang, yeah-yeah
We tryna get some real stain, yeah-yeah
I'll f*** around and pop that trunk
You can try to act bad if you want
I got a big bag on me right now
I'll f*** around and put it on your dome
You got [?], don't you
You gon' do the dash, don't you
You fuckin' with your man, don't you
You f*** around and crash, don't you
The ET phoning home, let me see what you on
Black diamonds like black stones, [?] Rosetta Stone
Ayy, real pimp shit, that's what we on
I'ma come but I'm not stayin' long (Where she at?)
I saw my wo-o-oes
I washed her clo-o-othes
I washed it ra-a-aw
I sent it ho-o-ome
I do what I wa-a-ant
I ain't gotta call ho-o-ome
I ain't gotta prove nothin', oh-oh
Fuck around and get blammed, oh-oh

Gettin' money always, yeah-uh
We gettin' money always, yeah-uh
We trappin' out the hallways, ah-ah
We trappin' out the hallways, yeah-yeah
We gettin' money always, uh-uh
We gettin' money always, yeah-uh
We trappin' out the hallways, ah-ah
We trappin' out the hallways, yeah
Blammin' in the hallways, yeah-uh
We gettin' money always, yeah-uh
These f*** niggas won't play, uh-uh
We blam up the hallway, uh-yeah
We blam up the hallway, uh-uh
Blam up the hallways, uh-uh
I'm gettin' money always, yeah-yeah
Blam up the hallway, yeah-yeah
Nah, we don't play them games over here, bruh
My rocket pocket'll make you disappear, bruh
My left pocket'll pay for you funeral
Them young niggas that never had shit who I do it for
Trappin' out the apartments
Scrapped up in the party
Pistol in my lap, and in the compartment
Pussy, you a target, all my niggas solid
Why you so nervous? I came up servin'
All my niggas lurkin'
Walked to Versace, spent twenty thousand
Didn't do it on purpose
I keep gettin' richer, jump in the Maybach, close the curtains
Turn my lemonade purple
Thinkin' money and murder
I came up goin' crazy with that sack, ni***
Dolph, you that ni***, that's a fact, ni***
I send a bitch across the country with them stacks with her
She a bad bitch and keep the latest bag with her
Yeah

Gettin' money always, yeah-uh
We gettin' money always, yeah-uh
We trappin' out the hallways, ah-ah
We trappin' out the hallways, yeah-yeah
We gettin' money always, uh-uh
We gettin' money always, yeah-uh
We trappin' out the hallways, ah-ah
We trappin' out the hallways, yeah
Blammin' in the hallways, yeah-uh
We gettin' money always, yeah-uh
These f*** niggas won't play, uh-uh
We blam up the hallway, uh-yeah
We blam up the hallway, uh-uh
Blam up the hallways, uh-uh
I'm gettin' money always, yeah-yeah
Blam up the hallway, yeah-yeah