[Chorus: K Camp]
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money
I see it coming, my n***a
I see it coming, my n***a
I see it coming, my n***a
You got to want it
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money
They been frontin', my n***a
I know you frontin', my n***a
Get some money, my n***a
Get some money

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Don't let nobody tell you that your dreams is some bullshit
Cause I done been through some bullshit
Tired of the bullshit
Cutting out them n***as on that bullshit
Just want to see my n***as living well
Pockets like a wishing well
Boy you better tell your bitch to climb out
Coach put me in the game, we need a timeout
All these n***as flexing, living lies, let me find out
They don't want to keep it real no more
They don't want to keep it real no more
And it's a damn shame
Know some n***as that will kill for the dough
Know some n***as that will kill for the dough
N***a bang bang
I'm a hustler, n***a I'm a hustler
Inspection grade A, happy customer
She getting money too, the reason why I fuck with her
And she fuck with me, I guess a n***a stuck with her
[Chorus: K Camp]
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money
I see it coming, my n***a
I see it coming, my n***a
I see it coming, my n***a
You got to want it
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money
They been frontin', my n***a
I know you frontin', my n***a
Get some money, my n***a
Get some money

[Verse 2: CyHi]
My label say I need some more relevancy
I'm used to dodging intelligence intelligently
They didn't find no evidence evidently
Plus I rep the presidents that represent me
My campaign strong, I should run for presidency
Hit the strip club off of Cheshire Bridge
We fucked up a few commas then I left with a free
Definitely, definitely, definitely
Can't lay with these bitches cause I'm not a liar
Holding on to these hoes, I'm not a firefighter
I just stab and cut them off, I feel like Michael Myers
You got hate in your blood, you done copped a virus
N***as mad I'm eating good and you on a diet
I've been counting so much money I got arthritis
The greatest story ever told, watch an author write it
These walkie talkie rappers copy, got to copyright it
I feel like them Jordans, white and black 11s
It's fucked up you even got to patent leather
I'm a alpha, got a castle out in Alpharetta
Shawty want to kick it but I'm not Kubota
But I rather get this money, baby, now or never
Everyday I'm trying to at least make a stack or better
Sometimes I wish Ye and Cudi got back together
What if me, Push and Sean did a track together?
Fuck the bullshit
Let's get money, my n***a
[Chorus: K Camp]
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money
I see it coming, my n***a
I see it coming, my n***a
I see it coming, my n***a
You got to want it
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money, my n***a
Let's get money
They been frontin', my n***a
I know you frontin', my n***a
Get some money, my n***a
Get some money