Get This Money - Young Dolph, 2 Chainz

Drumma Boy

Yeah, uh-huh

Dolph

If you ain’t talkin' money, I don’t wanna talk (I'll call you back)

You can tell I got that sack just by the way I walk

I’m the shit, face it (Face it)

You niggas basic, bought a half a P to smoke and a pint of purple to chase it

I’m sippin' on a codeine margarita

My mexican bitch, I call her my mamacita

I met her brother, now I got work for a little cheaper

They immigrants, don’t supposed to be here, so they illegal

Drumma Boy

Trappin', trappin', trap, trappin', trappin', trappin' (Yeah)

Trappin', trappin', trap, trappin', trappin', trappin' (Uh-huh)

Trappin' out a mansion

Trappin' out a mansion (Dolph)

If you ain’t talkin' money, I don’t wanna talk (I'll call you back)

You can tell I got that sack just by the way I walk

I’m the shit, face it (Face it)

You niggas basic, bought a half a P to smoke and a pint of purple to chase it

I’m sippin' on a codeine margarita

My mexican bitch, I call her my mamacita

I met her brother, now I got work for a little cheaper

They immigrants, don’t supposed to be here, so they illegal

He looked at me and said we gonna get the money, bet

I said, «Bet,» nothin' but respect

Nigga you know I’m all about a check

My old school worth more than a new 'Vette

Fucking other niggas' bitches, I call that new sex

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (Ayy)

We gonna get this money

We gonna get this money (Yeah)

We gonna get this money

We gonna get this money (Yeah)

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (Ayy)

We gonna get this money

We gonna get this money (Yeah)

We gonna get this money

We gonna get this money (Yeah)

Roll it up my nigga, roll it up I’m richer

I was rollin' up before I was old enough

Work the color of a coconut

Put holes in your shirt like a polka dot

Doughnuts in the parking lot

Dope boy with an Audemar

What I make today I spend it all tomorrow

I got a stripper bitch on my screensaver

Look at me, you don’t need cable

Pockets on Lee Haney

My best friend is a 380

Big rims, no teenagers

That deuce deuces and deuce fours

Deuce sixs and deuce eights

Y’all sweet, toothaches

I’m killin' these beats man I need to get a suit made

I’m so cold man I need to get some soup made

Self paid, I be talkin' to myself like

We gonna get this money

We gonna get this money, yeah

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (Ayy)

We gonna get this money

We gonna get this money (Yeah)

We gonna get this money

We gonna get this money (Yeah)

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches (Ayy)

We gonna get this money

We gonna get this money (Yeah)

We gonna get this money

We gonna get this money (Yeah)