Wretch 32 - Get Money Lyrics

Get money she love me
Yeah, real nigga
I didn't have to do the dougie get money
She love me yeah, real nigga
I didn't have to do the dougie

They didn't pull up like us tour bus
With my face on it
Got links, I can even put my chain on it
I hope she can lip read
I'm in the corner, daring her to kiss me
Showing me her cups like drink these
I've got the queen's head
Giving her the king's speech

Yeah, she kept tapping me
Give her the menu, what you having B?
Stop squinting up your eyes, you embarrass me
I ain't looking at the price
I am swagganese

Uh, uh, I keep it real
I'm gassed up and I ain't even on a pill
I'm gassed up
Cause I been leaving on appeal
Man I don't know what I'm saying
I'm just saying what I feel

Yeah, yeah, f*ck the doorman
We run the floor, fam
I'm the best shooter on the pitch
That's how I know I'm gonna score fam
And if I'm over here, they'll be over here
Looking like money
I don't have to spend the most in there
Call me Kid Cudi, day and night
Got the chauffeur there
Told her that she'll have the best time
I'm a Roley rare

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah