Go Get That Money by Bigg Judah Lyrics

[Intro]
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, haha
Feels good, don't it guys
Finally here man
I swear this our time now
We've been through some ups and downs
Know what I'm sayin', now tell me

[Chorus]
This is the year of the player
The year of the hustla'
We fuck all da haters
I picture a busta
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper

Man I gotta do what I gotta do
Swear that's my attitude
Don't need a bitch with an attitude
So I'm hustlin' all afternoon
Can't stay still
I gotta move
Gotta win, don't know how to lose
I'm reckless, say Fuck the Rules
Come walk a mile in my shoes
And they be, just [?]
I'm wylin, don't help me
Please grant me, young mercy
I'm make it in, even if it hurts me
I want it all and I'mma get that
Shorty fat and I'mma hit that
Break me off a piece of that kit-kat
I'm a dirty boy, and I admit that
Tell you the truth, I don't give a fuck
The ladies go ham when they see me pull up
She waggin' that black trunk
She wylin in that truck
Which [?] for, she back up
I told her [?], she act up
I make it rain, she rack up
She wanna move in, she wanna shack up
I make her mad, she pack up
[?] , she back bruh
I know that money play a factor
So I get that, never stack up
Got enough to fill up my truck
'cause I'm a rich fat bastard
She's money and get paper, so get paper
[Chorus]
This is the year of the player
The year of the hustla'
We fuck all da haters
I picture a busta
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper

[Chorus]
This is the year of the player
The year of the hustla'
We fuck all da haters
I picture a busta
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper

Bitch, I gotta get that mulah
My shorty if she bourgeois
Like Jacob the jeweller
And I love to hit that poonah
Ain't tryin' hear that hoorah
So I'm a paper pursuer
When I hit the stage I'm a true star
I'm all about that hustle
Like to do it in that pool bar
Keep it in the cooler
I'm a country boy from the wheezer
And if you talk shit about wheezer
Gonna end up in that freezer
Got you sliced up like pizza
And the price up and please her
The price up on that feature
Wife her, then I leave her
Swear I don't need her
If I like her, I please her
One night her and tease her
Now I need that paper
One glass of tequila
Now she gone like vapour
Gotta get back to that paper
[Chorus]
This is the year of the player
The year of the hustla'
We fuck all da haters
I picture a busta
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper

[Chorus]
This is the year of the player
The year of the hustla'
We fuck all da haters
I picture a busta
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper
Let's go get that paper