Gotta Get the Money by Ms. Sancha Lyrics
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
I got my mind on my feria
I'm a boss lady, hustler, reppin' LPG
I'm scopin' out the ballers dumb enough to come around
And flash their cash around me
And the jewelry, platinum chain
It's a shame how they make it so damn easy
Their minds start to flip when I start talkin' sleazy
Rob 'em blind every time, believe me
Flash the pussy, I got 'em hooked
Next thing you know, they been took
They get mad and they wanna ride, no doubt
But they never choose the suicide route
With Low Pro behind me
They know they're gettin' shot up if they come try to find me
So look at it this way:
I taught your bitch ass a lesson, the least you could do is pay
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I suck his bone everyday, and you might be next
If you try to flash cash for sex
I need some new 22s on my Lex
Do you feel the .22 in your chest?
Do what I say or I'm gonna start dumpin'
Only real motherfuckers get humpin'
This kinda shit makes me wet
So I skrrt out throwing out my set
Head back to the LPG hideout
Show these fools what I'm all about
I break bread that's got 'em all worked up
Now we're fuckin' like we're breaking the bed
Bald pussy, bald head
A broke baller, enough said
A little hustle, a little gunplay
A lotta fuckin' - today was a good day!
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
[Royal T]
Gotta make the cash, gotta make the feria
Low Pro always ahead of ya
On the streets, on the block
Serving these haters with a fully loaded Glock
Pop pop, feel the shots
Low Pro, we can't be stopped
Call your homies, call the cops
You the type just to get a little rock
Youse a snitch, youse a bitch
Big Capone, leave 'em in a ditch
[Big Capone]
Gimme the cash before fame
Respect on the block
?
See I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I'm that old school G leavin' Andre bloody
Keep the '64 original, drop with the switch
I leave the chrome 26 on the Escalade, bitch
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
I got my mind on my feria
I'm a boss lady, hustler, reppin' LPG
I'm scopin' out the ballers dumb enough to come around
And flash their cash around me
And the jewelry, platinum chain
It's a shame how they make it so damn easy
Their minds start to flip when I start talkin' sleazy
Rob 'em blind every time, believe me
Flash the pussy, I got 'em hooked
Next thing you know, they been took
They get mad and they wanna ride, no doubt
But they never choose the suicide route
With Low Pro behind me
They know they're gettin' shot up if they come try to find me
So look at it this way:
I taught your bitch ass a lesson, the least you could do is pay
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I suck his bone everyday, and you might be next
If you try to flash cash for sex
I need some new 22s on my Lex
Do you feel the .22 in your chest?
Do what I say or I'm gonna start dumpin'
Only real motherfuckers get humpin'
This kinda shit makes me wet
So I skrrt out throwing out my set
Head back to the LPG hideout
Show these fools what I'm all about
I break bread that's got 'em all worked up
Now we're fuckin' like we're breaking the bed
Bald pussy, bald head
A broke baller, enough said
A little hustle, a little gunplay
A lotta fuckin' - today was a good day!
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
[Royal T]
Gotta make the cash, gotta make the feria
Low Pro always ahead of ya
On the streets, on the block
Serving these haters with a fully loaded Glock
Pop pop, feel the shots
Low Pro, we can't be stopped
Call your homies, call the cops
You the type just to get a little rock
Youse a snitch, youse a bitch
Big Capone, leave 'em in a ditch
[Big Capone]
Gimme the cash before fame
Respect on the block
?
See I gotta get the cash, I gotta get the money
I'm that old school G leavin' Andre bloody
Keep the '64 original, drop with the switch
I leave the chrome 26 on the Escalade, bitch
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the money
I gotta get the cash
Gotta gotta get the money
The same game, the paper chase
A new day, a different face