Get The Money by YoungBoySav Lyrics

Since I young I was tryna get some bands
Stack it up, get the brand-new Gucci bag
I said when I get rich I'ma split it with my man's
Hold up, let me do my money dance
(Yeah)
Hold up I might count a hundred bands
(Yeah)
I'ma put it off in that Gucci side bag
(Yeah)
No Mike, don't let her cry no more
No more Fred's bringing down the door
Now I get the money drop it all on the floor
Count of four then I count up to the Lord
Y'all score no descent born
Got a new form, girl her name is Loren
I'm a designer
(Foreign)
Drip too hard got your girls staring
I wanna use a strap
I don't ever want to lack
Punch him in the teeth, Oh I see a crack
Gold teeth on that get locked
Fakes takin' over, real bros heart of fun
I'ma stay on my grind get these bitches out of my mind
All they ever do is stay alive
I don't ever wanna see mama cryin'
All the real ones always dying
Ah, Peter do you hear the sky flying