Bitch Better Have My Money by Getts Kent Lyrics
[Intro]
Drop it, drop it, drop it, low
[Verse 1]
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money
if I didn't want it i would stay at home and watch Moana
I'm young but i raise these beats, like a grown up
never think about change and be shit cause i wanna
be the best of the best of the best like Kunta
in the streets and show love to my people [?]
and these niggas trynna show me that i deserve a lap dance from a bad girl like I'm a father
boost the track of coolest trap and move this rap, to a limit you can't see of your eyes
i wanna be the guy that makes you stop to think about, ever ever competing with us
its tick and tock the clock will run I'm on the run and i just call it rally with us
mix dope and crack in all my songs no wonder why you get high when you listen to us
my money grows old, not like Nicki's Young Money
17 years old and the come up died for me
got surprised when i told you what i do 2 in the morning
so i dont think you got a point to mess around with all my moments (whoah)
[Hook]
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, better have my muh-fucking money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
[Verse 2]
took a pic with your bitch, now your niggas flickin' up
flat ass but the nigga dreaming sauce
light skin but the girl life is dark
i hit it once but the girl wanted more
Heavenly thing, you pray for pussy, what the fuck?
people are never equal flacko's on the top
i got a bag full of lyrics if a bitch started trippin' leave the bitch alone show 'em y'on the top
learned about the money now I'm stuck on the shit
I'm always on the run and shaking haters of my trip
the is the sky and i always got a ticket for it
flow so sick but never got medication for it
better have my money cause I'm always running laps for it
girls going crazy and they sitting on your laps for it
might spend it all but i never pay cash for it
dead presidents, yeah you know they all died on it
look, nothing's ever the same, there's always a choice make good ones for your names
i always did this for the money and fame but then i realised i hadn't full love for my fam
and so i ditched fame, had to put a meal on their plate
jump in front a train and shoot some bullets into my head
this rap game got a lot of good people insane
so never put no one above except God for defense
[Scratch: Rihanna vocals]
Bitch better have my money
[Hook]
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, better have my muh-fucking money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Drop it, drop it, drop it, low
[Verse 1]
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money
if I didn't want it i would stay at home and watch Moana
I'm young but i raise these beats, like a grown up
never think about change and be shit cause i wanna
be the best of the best of the best like Kunta
in the streets and show love to my people [?]
and these niggas trynna show me that i deserve a lap dance from a bad girl like I'm a father
boost the track of coolest trap and move this rap, to a limit you can't see of your eyes
i wanna be the guy that makes you stop to think about, ever ever competing with us
its tick and tock the clock will run I'm on the run and i just call it rally with us
mix dope and crack in all my songs no wonder why you get high when you listen to us
my money grows old, not like Nicki's Young Money
17 years old and the come up died for me
got surprised when i told you what i do 2 in the morning
so i dont think you got a point to mess around with all my moments (whoah)
[Hook]
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, better have my muh-fucking money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
[Verse 2]
took a pic with your bitch, now your niggas flickin' up
flat ass but the nigga dreaming sauce
light skin but the girl life is dark
i hit it once but the girl wanted more
Heavenly thing, you pray for pussy, what the fuck?
people are never equal flacko's on the top
i got a bag full of lyrics if a bitch started trippin' leave the bitch alone show 'em y'on the top
learned about the money now I'm stuck on the shit
I'm always on the run and shaking haters of my trip
the is the sky and i always got a ticket for it
flow so sick but never got medication for it
better have my money cause I'm always running laps for it
girls going crazy and they sitting on your laps for it
might spend it all but i never pay cash for it
dead presidents, yeah you know they all died on it
look, nothing's ever the same, there's always a choice make good ones for your names
i always did this for the money and fame but then i realised i hadn't full love for my fam
and so i ditched fame, had to put a meal on their plate
jump in front a train and shoot some bullets into my head
this rap game got a lot of good people insane
so never put no one above except God for defense
[Scratch: Rihanna vocals]
Bitch better have my money
[Hook]
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, better have my muh-fucking money
Bitch better have my muh-fucking money, money money money money