Quit hatin go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hatin go get you some paper
Quit hating go get you some money
Some money
Go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hating go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Some money
I know im gone get this money
I said I know im gone get this money
Gone get this money
Get this money
I said I know im gon get this money
I aint got time for a hater or none of that hating shit n*gga (Nah)
And Ion do none of that talking or that debating shit n*gga (Hell Nah!)
Im tryna get paper my n*gga
How you gon claim you a real one and walk in the courtroom and make a statement my n*gga (Aye WTF?!)
If u owe me gotta pay me my n*gga
I dont care if you gotta make payments my n*gga (Damn)
Just tell me where you n*ggaz want it to go and thats where we gon take it my n*gga
And i keep it 100 like 1 & 2 0's no I dont do no faking my n*gga
If you aint talkin bout no money my name shudnt pop up in your conversation my n*gga
When I see that money I chase it my n*gga
Quit hatin go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hatin go get you some paper
Quit hating go get you some money
Some money
Go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hating go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Some money
I know im gone get this money
I said I know im gone get this money
Gone get this money
Get this money
I said I know im gon get this money
Ima chase bread
Ima chase gwala
You aint talkin money b*tch I ain't tryna holla
Tryna get your fingers in a young n*gga pocket
So i fold b*tches like a muhf*ckin wallet
Boxing with my demons cant keep a n*gga down
What goes around comes right back around
Karma looking for me but it wont keep me down
Yeah im on the west you know my f*ckin side of town
In a blue thang and im f*ckin speed racing
Spitta and ruger gon get to the paper
Know alotta f*ck n*ggaz thats gon hate
Keep on hating n*gga ima just stack cake
All these f*ckin hundreds lookin like a f*ckin bank
Smoking on gas n*gga thats that stank
Sippin on act n*gga thats that drank
Im getting to the money n*gga what you think?
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Quit hatin go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hatin go get you some paper
Quit hating go get you some money
Some money
Go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hating go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Some money
I know im gone get this money
I said I know im gone get this money
Gone get this money
Get this money
I said I know im gon get this money
I aint got time for a hater or none of that hating shit n*gga (Nah)
And Ion do none of that talking or that debating shit n*gga (Hell Nah!)
Im tryna get paper my n*gga
How you gon claim you a real one and walk in the courtroom and make a statement my n*gga (Aye WTF?!)
If u owe me gotta pay me my n*gga
I dont care if you gotta make payments my n*gga (Damn)
Just tell me where you n*ggaz want it to go and thats where we gon take it my n*gga
And i keep it 100 like 1 & 2 0's no I dont do no faking my n*gga
If you aint talkin bout no money my name shudnt pop up in your conversation my n*gga
When I see that money I chase it my n*gga
Quit hatin go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hatin go get you some paper
Quit hating go get you some money
Some money
Go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hating go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Some money
I know im gone get this money
I said I know im gone get this money
Gone get this money
Get this money
I said I know im gon get this money
Ima chase bread
Ima chase gwala
You aint talkin money b*tch I ain't tryna holla
Tryna get your fingers in a young n*gga pocket
So i fold b*tches like a muhf*ckin wallet
Boxing with my demons cant keep a n*gga down
What goes around comes right back around
Karma looking for me but it wont keep me down
Yeah im on the west you know my f*ckin side of town
In a blue thang and im f*ckin speed racing
Spitta and ruger gon get to the paper
Know alotta f*ck n*ggaz thats gon hate
Keep on hating n*gga ima just stack cake
All these f*ckin hundreds lookin like a f*ckin bank
Smoking on gas n*gga thats that stank
Sippin on act n*gga thats that drank
Im getting to the money n*gga what you think?
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hatin go get you some paper
Quit hating go get you some money
Some money
Go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hating go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Some money
I know im gone get this money
I said I know im gone get this money
Gone get this money
Get this money
I said I know im gon get this money
I aint got time for a hater or none of that hating shit n*gga (Nah)
And Ion do none of that talking or that debating shit n*gga (Hell Nah!)
Im tryna get paper my n*gga
How you gon claim you a real one and walk in the courtroom and make a statement my n*gga (Aye WTF?!)
If u owe me gotta pay me my n*gga
I dont care if you gotta make payments my n*gga (Damn)
Just tell me where you n*ggaz want it to go and thats where we gon take it my n*gga
And i keep it 100 like 1 & 2 0's no I dont do no faking my n*gga
If you aint talkin bout no money my name shudnt pop up in your conversation my n*gga
When I see that money I chase it my n*gga
Quit hatin go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hatin go get you some paper
Quit hating go get you some money
Some money
Go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Quit hating go get you some paper
Quit hatin go get you some money
Some money
I know im gone get this money
I said I know im gone get this money
Gone get this money
Get this money
I said I know im gon get this money
Ima chase bread
Ima chase gwala
You aint talkin money b*tch I ain't tryna holla
Tryna get your fingers in a young n*gga pocket
So i fold b*tches like a muhf*ckin wallet
Boxing with my demons cant keep a n*gga down
What goes around comes right back around
Karma looking for me but it wont keep me down
Yeah im on the west you know my f*ckin side of town
In a blue thang and im f*ckin speed racing
Spitta and ruger gon get to the paper
Know alotta f*ck n*ggaz thats gon hate
Keep on hating n*gga ima just stack cake
All these f*ckin hundreds lookin like a f*ckin bank
Smoking on gas n*gga thats that stank
Sippin on act n*gga thats that drank
Im getting to the money n*gga what you think?
Writer: Cedric Johnson, Decario Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid