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
Get Money Video (MV)
Performed By: Wretch 32
Language: English
Written by: Jermaine Jason St Clare Scott, Ellis Cruickshank Taylor
Wretch 32 - Get Money Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Jermaine Jason St Clare Scott, Ellis Cruickshank Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.