Listen to Go Get the Money (feat. Rick Ross, Yo Gotti, Pusha T & T.I.) by Zaytoven

Go Get the Money (feat. Rick Ross, Yo Gotti, Pusha T & T.I.)

Zaytoven

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN

Zaytoven

Programmierung

Rick Ross

Stimme und Gesang

Yo Gotti

Stimme und Gesang

Pusha T

Stimme und Gesang

T.I.

Rap

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT

Xavier Dotson

Songwriter:in

Clifford Harris

Clifford Harris

Songwriter:in

Terrence Thornton

Terrence Thornton

Songwriter:in

William Leonard Roberts II

William Leonard Roberts II

Songwriter:in

PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK

Zaytoven

Produzent:in

Kori Anders

Mischtechniker:in

Colin Leonard

Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Swift

Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

That boy Zay on the beats (Maybach Music, Zaytoven)

Ay, I'm talkin' 'bout everything Versace

This shit like a Versace dream, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

(Aye bro, bring me one of them things)

(They be puttin' on they head and shit)

Aye, these folks got Versace soap

(I want the gown and all that shit, ****)

Motherfuckin' teacup

Silverware (I'm rockin' them J's though, abundant)

I feel rich in this motherfucker, ay

[Verse 2]

I just got back from Dubai (Bai)

I'm on these Xan's, I'm high (High)

I'm in first class with two fifty, aye (Two fifty)

I'm in first class with Meek Milly (Yeah)

Fuck JFK airport, lost my **** grip over customs (Customs)

Say he had the one in Georgia (What?)

He was sippin' on that oil (Ay)

[Verse 3]

I been out in Abu Dhabi, this shit got me spoiled (Spoiled)

They be dressed up head to toe, all they bitches loyal

Wraith, Maybach (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)

Drophead, all that (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)

'Sace palace, I hope your hoe don't post that (Don't do that!)

[Verse 4]

I may post four million cash Thursday, that's a throwback (Beep)

No more fun, that bitch boring, I may give your hoe back

This a Zay track and I talk nothin' but yay on it

This that G.O.O.D. Music, fuck around, put 'Ye on it

This a ROC track, I fuck around, put Jay on it

Dope boy, I rock designer with my J's on

I'm always rockin' Loubs, so I'm always on the red carpet

I don't watch the news, all this gossip none of my dogs started

Get money for a hobby, my living room a lobby

And all my **** shooters, so honestly, I don't know who shot him

Snitchin', then you rotten

I see these lil' rappers teamin' up and I think they plottin'

Got 'em, bang-bang

[Verse 5]

Go get the money machine (Zay)

Go get the money machine (Zay)

Go get the money machine (Zay)

Plug in the money machine (Zay)

Plug in the money machine (Yay)

I need the money machine (Yay)

We need the money machine (Yay)

Go get the money machine (Huh)

[Verse 6]

Go get the money machine (Huh)

Go get the money machine (Huh)

Plug in the money machine (Huh)

We need the money machine (Zay)

We need the money machine (Zay)

We need the money machine (Zay)

We need the money machine (Zay)

Go get the money machine (Zay)

[Verse 7]

How much you think they would pay for your life?

In the trap with the weed and the yay and the dice

Do it big for my **** doin' bids in the struggle

Free Kaep, big Meek, middle finger to the suckers

We don't hear them motherfucker, we get rid of motherfuckers

I'm a big dog walkin', you're a little motherfucker

Ok, your bitch get dicked down right after she get ate like knife in it

Have her screamin'

“Thug Life” and her face look better with my pipe in it

On Percocets and Vicodin, good weed and mushrooms

You see, the drink is all in the kitchen

And the white girls in and out of dressin' room

[Verse 8]

I'm finna fuck that shit, is you in or not?

There's a bag full of money, we'll be in n' out

From what I heard, you didn't ask me if I wanna get shot

Shouldn't somebody else do a bid or not?

[Verse 9]

AMG, the four, carbon fiber, **** peelin' out

Push button roof is changin' colors like the ceiling out

Cookin' powder in the Crock-Pot till it's spillin' out

Million dollar marchin' dope boys, bring my children out

Feel 'em out, you the plug, spit 'em out

You the hub, send 'em out

Palm Island, rent a house

Fly her in, rent her mouth

Center stage, spendin' now

Send her back, sweat it out

With a bag breaded out, yah

[Verse 10]

I would rather sell dope forever, ****

Take my chances 'stead of rappin' with you peasant ****

Underwater, bring it back like it's a treasure, ****

King Push with Zaytoven, it's whatever, ****, yeah

[Verse 11]

Go get the money machine (Zay)

Go get the money machine (Zay)

Go get the money machine (Zay)

Plug in the money machine (Zay)

Plug in the money machine (Yay)

I need the money machine (Yay)

We need the money machine (Yay)

Go get the money machine (Huh)

[Verse 12]

Go get the money machine (Huh)

Go get the money machine (Huh)

Plug in the money machine (Huh)

We need the money machine (Zay)

We need the money machine (Zay)

We need the money machine (Zay)

We need the money machine (Zay)

Go get the money machine (Zay)

Written by: Mario Mims, Pusha T, T.I., William Leonard Roberts II, Xavier Dotson

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