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30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Lil Boat
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Burn his ass out like a skillet (whoo)
All that shit talking online gone and kill it (whoo)
Throw them legs up and I promise I'll drill it (whoo)
Whip wasn't high enough, I told 'em lift it
Check wasn't high enough, I told 'em lift it (whoo)
Bought bro a Rolly 'cause my brother gifted
That pussy pretty but I still gotta sniff it
Whole team got chains on, I call that certificate (uh)
Where your money, lil' nigga?
Wearin' ten chains don't make your diamonds bigger (yup)
Look at my ring, that's a 80
F*ck a Vlive when I'm ball wit' Lil Baby
Born in '97 my bitch from the 80s (woo)
She drive a young nigga crazy

I'm from Detroit between Evergreen and Southfield Road (we come on up the freeway)
Money long as six mile, f*ck nigga, but you know I'm so Joy Road (so Joy Road)
Shit I seen in my hood made me the type to sneak into awards with my pole (brraa, brraa)
Three million, I got that in cash, 400K, got that in gold (got that in the gold)
Crib came with a sauna (crib came with a sauna)
Beam came on the Mac (beam came on the)
Two hundred miles a hour (skrr skrr), this a Hellcat not a Scat (skrr skrr)
We ain't cosignin' no rats, talkin' to the cops, only time these niggas state facts (only time these niggas state facts)
Leave a nigga brains in his lap, he was driving, chopper put him in the back (brraaa)

We the young niggas gettin' money, yeah
Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah
VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah
A bitch nigga mad, well, so? (so?) (yeah, ayy)
We the f*ckin' Get Money Bros

Gotta get guap gotta get it
Used to ride 'round baggin' hoes in a Civic
Now I pick and choose I'm super specific
Shawty slurp nut like a Blueberry Mistic
Uhhhh, watch where you steppin'
Bang what you bang, nigga, rep what you reppin'
Don't you dare ever doubt me with yo' left hand
Respect my pimpin', I'm ball like I'm Pippen

My Uber actin' so janky right now, bro come pick yo' bitch up (my shit ain't workin')
You pull up on tip, I'ma headshot you, then gotta pick yo' shit up
My diamonds so white, I was whippin' the dope, almost got it mixed up (skrr skrr)
I shaved off my firin' pin, it was one shot, now it got the hiccups

We the young niggas gettin' money, yeah
Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah
VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah
A bitch nigga mad, well, so?
We the f*ckin' Get Money Bros
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30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Lil Boat
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Burn his ass out like a skillet (whoo)
All that shit talking online gone and kill it (whoo)
Throw them legs up and I promise I'll drill it (whoo)
Whip wasn't high enough, I told 'em lift it
Check wasn't high enough, I told 'em lift it (whoo)
Bought bro a Rolly 'cause my brother gifted
That pussy pretty but I still gotta sniff it
Whole team got chains on, I call that certificate (uh)
Where your money, lil' nigga?
Wearin' ten chains don't make your diamonds bigger (yup)
Look at my ring, that's a 80
F*ck a Vlive when I'm ball wit' Lil Baby
Born in '97 my bitch from the 80s (woo)
She drive a young nigga crazy

I'm from Detroit between Evergreen and Southfield Road (we come on up the freeway)
Money long as six mile, f*ck nigga, but you know I'm so Joy Road (so Joy Road)
Shit I seen in my hood made me the type to sneak into awards with my pole (brraa, brraa)
Three million, I got that in cash, 400K, got that in gold (got that in the gold)
Crib came with a sauna (crib came with a sauna)
Beam came on the Mac (beam came on the)
Two hundred miles a hour (skrr skrr), this a Hellcat not a Scat (skrr skrr)
We ain't cosignin' no rats, talkin' to the cops, only time these niggas state facts (only time these niggas state facts)
Leave a nigga brains in his lap, he was driving, chopper put him in the back (brraaa)

We the young niggas gettin' money, yeah
Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah
VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah
A bitch nigga mad, well, so? (so?) (yeah, ayy)
We the f*ckin' Get Money Bros

Gotta get guap gotta get it
Used to ride 'round baggin' hoes in a Civic
Now I pick and choose I'm super specific
Shawty slurp nut like a Blueberry Mistic
Uhhhh, watch where you steppin'
Bang what you bang, nigga, rep what you reppin'
Don't you dare ever doubt me with yo' left hand
Respect my pimpin', I'm ball like I'm Pippen

My Uber actin' so janky right now, bro come pick yo' bitch up (my shit ain't workin')
You pull up on tip, I'ma headshot you, then gotta pick yo' shit up
My diamonds so white, I was whippin' the dope, almost got it mixed up (skrr skrr)
I shaved off my firin' pin, it was one shot, now it got the hiccups

We the young niggas gettin' money, yeah
Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah
VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah
A bitch nigga mad, well, so?
We the f*ckin' Get Money Bros
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Writer: Miles Parks McCollum, Terry Wallace, Samuel Gloade
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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