Текст песни «612fatboy - Get Dis Money»

All the real d boys stand up
Paper chasers
Close case nightmares being dead broke
Mama cry came and kick the front door
Remember that shit like it was yesterday

I had different way I was getting paid
Getting to the money no time to stop
Ain't in the NBA but wanna ball
Younger in the game with a poker face
Trying to get the cheese in this rat race
Put the money for the boys shit you ain't win
Forgiato on the curve ball in the wind
I don't need a friend
This car paid up..

Start full cup filled up with Codeine
Get locked up serving them dope in
NBA ball live in that street in
As of young I was thought to get dis money
Get dis money, get dis money
I was young and I was thought to get dis money
Get dis money, get dis money
I was young and I was thought to get dis money

Me hot to a fly with a paper round
6 scene with a dream couldn't keep it down
Gotta get it in the feeling
This is what it was
Fuck getting rich I'm at the bank trust fund
I'll get crushed, smoke from my lungs
Been doing good I'm the man in my hood
Twist it in a trap and it's up shot
Imma get how I live even at the park
See them waiting up gotta put it on a scale
You come from retail I'm selling wholesale
No fucking fist here, I got that fist scale

Start full cup filled up with Codeine
Get locked up serving them dope in
NBA ball live in that street in
As of young I was thought to get dis money
Get dis money, get dis money
I was young and I was thought to get dis money
Get dis money, get dis money
I was young and I was thought to get dis money