Get that money by Young phresh Lyrics

I was a while ago the money was moving kinda slow
Still trying to find it though
Even th inough an broke
Am fuckin with the finest hoes
This is the path I chose
I keep a mack in my clothes
Been smoking that week so much
I can even find my way through the door
Wow me and Chris hit the mall
Dem bitches checking us out
We from the West we up north
Reping the south
Everything clean peep the ride we stepping out
Hit the club all we do is get some mouth

Cho (repeat)
Get that money
All we keep on doing is get that money


Self-made we build everything from scratch
Making money an like Chris handle that
If a nigga diss we about to trample that
Make money so I keep my family strapped
Up in the kitchen am wipping it wipping it
U got no job nigga u killing me
U got no job nigga u killing me
Am chilling with a bad bitch
Make her clothes disappeared no magic
Plus she heard about the rattis
Now all she wanna do is jus have dick
Got money so I can buy shoes and thing
Money make people do stupid things
But I stay true toy day one niggas
And I will never change the same my niggas
Money is the order of my day
Weather is a rainy or a dry day