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Yung Gravy - Betty (Get Money) Lyrics
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(Never gonna give you up)
(Never gonna let you down)
(Never gonna run around and desert you)
I'll never let you down, baby
(It's really Yung Gravy)
Uh, ayy

With your baby mama at the crib and blow her back out
Shawty Filipino and she call me Manny Pacquiao
Alley-oop without the hoop, they call me Jerry Stackhouse
Dazin' out in public, but your mama made me snap out
'Fore I get the dough, got the mornin' routine
Wake up bright and early to some brand new cream
Floss three times, baby, I'm so clean
Gravy got cheese, now that's poutine (whoa, baby)
Gravy comin' hot like I'm hoppin' off the griddle
Pull up on the kid if you're tryna get belittled
All the mamas love me, now I think I'm peanut brittle
Flex the rainbow, bag it like some Skittles

Gravy, why you out of pocket? (Out of pocket)
Stop it (no, no)
I'm gettin' money, Gravy Crockett
Drop it

Never take a L no more
Never take a damn thing slow
All I know is chase this dough
And get money (get the money, get the money)
Never gonna take no loss
Never gonna lose my sauce
All I know is chase this (whoa)
And get money (get money, get money, get money)

(Get money)
Probably into the early morning
(Or get money)
Yeah, I live the fast life (whoa)

Yeah, you know I life the fast live
I don't got a type, baby, I'm the cash type
Still gettin' dividends from a past life
I'll get your daddy's net worth on a bad night
'Cause I act right
Yeah, rockin' Rick, clappin' Astleys like the '80s
Never give it up until the reaper come and slay me
Pull up with a Zelda and a Peach and a Daisy
I be dirty dancin', now they yellin' "Gravy Swayze"

Damn, Gravy, you so vicious (ooh)
You so clean, so delicious
How come you ain't got no missus?
Count that paper, count them riches

Never take a L no more
Never take a damn thing slow
All I know is chase this dough
And get money (get the money, get the money)
Never gonna take no loss
Never gonna lose my sauce
All I know is chase this (whoa)
And get money (get money, get money, get money)

(Get money)
Get money, Gravy gettin' money
(Or get money, whoa)
(Get money)
Get money, Gravy gettin' money
(Or get money, whoa)

(Disco weapon)
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(Never gonna give you up)
(Never gonna let you down)
(Never gonna run around and desert you)
I'll never let you down, baby
(It's really Yung Gravy)
Uh, ayy

With your baby mama at the crib and blow her back out
Shawty Filipino and she call me Manny Pacquiao
Alley-oop without the hoop, they call me Jerry Stackhouse
Dazin' out in public, but your mama made me snap out
'Fore I get the dough, got the mornin' routine
Wake up bright and early to some brand new cream
Floss three times, baby, I'm so clean
Gravy got cheese, now that's poutine (whoa, baby)
Gravy comin' hot like I'm hoppin' off the griddle
Pull up on the kid if you're tryna get belittled
All the mamas love me, now I think I'm peanut brittle
Flex the rainbow, bag it like some Skittles

Gravy, why you out of pocket? (Out of pocket)
Stop it (no, no)
I'm gettin' money, Gravy Crockett
Drop it

Never take a L no more
Never take a damn thing slow
All I know is chase this dough
And get money (get the money, get the money)
Never gonna take no loss
Never gonna lose my sauce
All I know is chase this (whoa)
And get money (get money, get money, get money)

(Get money)
Probably into the early morning
(Or get money)
Yeah, I live the fast life (whoa)

Yeah, you know I life the fast live
I don't got a type, baby, I'm the cash type
Still gettin' dividends from a past life
I'll get your daddy's net worth on a bad night
'Cause I act right
Yeah, rockin' Rick, clappin' Astleys like the '80s
Never give it up until the reaper come and slay me
Pull up with a Zelda and a Peach and a Daisy
I be dirty dancin', now they yellin' "Gravy Swayze"

Damn, Gravy, you so vicious (ooh)
You so clean, so delicious
How come you ain't got no missus?
Count that paper, count them riches

Never take a L no more
Never take a damn thing slow
All I know is chase this dough
And get money (get the money, get the money)
Never gonna take no loss
Never gonna lose my sauce
All I know is chase this (whoa)
And get money (get money, get money, get money)

(Get money)
Get money, Gravy gettin' money
(Or get money, whoa)
(Get money)
Get money, Gravy gettin' money
(Or get money, whoa)

(Disco weapon)
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Writer: Matt Aitken, Mike Stock, Pete Waterman
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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