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I gotta get to the money, yeah I gotta get to the money And nobody else is in front of me, yeah I gotta get to the money, yeah I gotta get to the money And nobody else is in front of me, yeah I gotta go, I gotta grind Paying no mind, to the haters I gotta go oh oh oh I gotta grind Paying no mind to the haters Get the paper, yeah Get the cake Get the cake Get the cake Lil waist but I got the cake All these lil lames wanna playa hate Wit a PhD like Biggie say You either in the race or in the way I'm a champion, I vindicate I got no time to play these games I was let down and made this way I say cool Never jaded I'm too cool I'm just faded off that Duss When I pop it they Go ouu ouu ouu I say ou Yeah they like the way I move I ain't got no time to lose Beda win that's all I do do do doo I gotta I gotta, Go I gotta I gotta, Go I gotta get to the money, Yeah YEAH YAH YEAH I gotta get to the money, yeah I gotta get to the money And nobody else is in front of me, yeah I gotta get to the money, yeah I gotta get to the money And nobody else is in front of me, yeah I gotta go, I gotta grind Paying no mind, to the haters I gotta go oh oh oh I gotta grind Paying no mind to the haters Get the paper, yeah Gotta get to the bag bag Bitches is mad That he slurping this kitty It might be her dad Step to me crazy Face beat like it's drag May be a baddie But pop if I have First is the class Balenciagas And Jacob the bag Gucci and Prada Which one Ima grab I wake up to money Then slide in the jag SSSKKKKRRRRR Focused on money and gradulations Niggas can miss me with salutations Drip looking real cheap What you claim you making Not getting no money That's why you hating Racks on racks Rubber bands on all of my stacks Te amo Dinero My heart been attached You Come for my stash Ima Grab up the gat (Grr Grr Baow) I gotta I gotta, Go I gotta I gotta, Go I gotta get to the money, Yeah YEAH YAH YEAH I gotta get to the money, yeah I gotta get to the money And nobody else is in front of me, yeah I gotta get to the money, yeah I gotta get to the money And nobody else is in front of me, yeah I gotta go, I gotta grind Paying no mind, to the haters I gotta go oh oh oh I gotta grind Paying no mind to the haters Get the paper, yeah
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