Chorus:

Get that money

Get that power

Hit that gas

Hit that shit 300 hours

Get that money

Get that power


Get that money

Get that power

Hit that gas

Hit that shit 300 hours

Get that money

Get that power

Hit that gas

Hit that shit 300 hours


Verse 1:

Imma get that mula (That mula)

Then see my jeweler (my jeweler)

Then load my Ruger for any n***a that’s Judas (oh no!)

They be like how you do that? (How you do it?)

You the king of the new pack (yeah, yeah)

Making bands just to prove that

I’m Tyson, greatest to do rap (Goddamn)

You ain't getting ya boo back (nah, nah)

She love my new Jag (skrt, skrt)

She love my new pad, the luxuries, and the big racks yeah (big racks!)

Hard to keep my pants up (keep my pants)

Benjis weigh my jeans down (down, down)

Betta get ya hoe now fore she fuck around and stay down yeah

Imma fuck around and stay crowned yeah

Im the king of the whole town yeah

And my dawgs serve the pounds out yeah

Tell the pigs better bow down yeah


Pre Chorus:

I keep my bills in a row

Got that drank in my cup

Got that green in my blunt

Keep them hoes in my phone

I got that


Chorus:

Get that money (that money)

Get that power (that power)

Hit that gas

Hit that shit 300 hours (three hunnid hunnid)

Get that money (that money)

Get that power (that power)

Hit that gas

Hit that shit 300 hours (three hunnid hours hours)

X2

Refrain:

Yeah

They don’t wanna see you up

They don’t wanna see you up

They don’t wanna (Noooo)

They don’t wanna see you living

They don’t wanna see you live

They don’t want

Verse 2:

Surprised I’m living, on a mission, with ambition, ammunition loaded

Went to hell, came on back, mama missed you, always told you I’d make it

Killed the devil, forgot to mention got my wings, on my way up

In a phantom, all black, yankees fitted, black Tims yeah

Chorus:

Get that money (that money)

Get that power (that power)

Hit that gas

Hit that shit 300 hours (three hunnid hunnid)

Get that money

Get that power

Hit that gas

Hit that shit 300 hours

Verse 3:

Yeah

Roll the Jane, raise the gain, imma let it bump (let it let it bump)

Imma dawg, girl you too, then let’s set it off (set it set it off)

You the one, you the one, you the finest one (you the finest one)

It ain't wrong, it ain't wrong, if you love my wrongs (if you love my wrongs)

Hit this bong, yeah it’s strong, know you needed that ( I know you needed that)

Girl lets ride, girl lets ride, he don’t need you back (he don’t need you back)

Not tonight, not tonight, yeah your here with me (yeah your here with me)

You on fire, you on fire, to the 3rd degree (to the third degree)

Yeah

Outro:

You on fucking fire

You on fucking flame

You so fucking fine

Went to hell, came on back, mama missed you, always told you I’d make it

Killed the devil, got my wings, on my way up

In a phantom, all black, yankees fitted, black Tims yeah

Get that money