[Intro]
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus]
Yeah, get the money (Ayy)
I'ma go get the money (Yeah)
I'ma go get the money (Yeah)
I'ma go get the money (Yeah)
I'ma go get the money (Huh)
I'ma go get the money (Get it)
I'ma go get the money (Hold on)
I'ma go get the money
Look at my wrist, one hundred
And my new bitch, she one hundred
I gotta get the money
Hope that I live 'til a hundred (Yeah)
I turned this shit into somethin'
I remember it was nothin'
Look at my wrist, one hundred
My little bitch, she one hundred (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Get the money
I'ma go get the money
I'ma go get the money
I'ma go get the money
Go to the dealer, I want it
Try check my credit bitch, run it
Yeah, my new watch cost a hundred
And my ring cost fifty somethin'
Bracelet like sixty somethin' (Damn)
Sing to your bitch, David Ruffin
Choker my chain and it's cuffin'
Move with the stick get to bustin'
Look at my wrists, they be bussin'
Look at the time, and it said it's 12:20
I don't understand how I spit somethin'
They don't understand how I spit somethin'
[Pre-Chorus]
All these girls on me and I love it (Love it)
They only on me because of the money (Yeah)
Move around, AP and I flood it
Got a new watch, gave the AP to my cousin
Got my new watch and that bitch cost a hundred
Got my new watch, yeah that bitch cost a hundred
You cannot touch it, 'cause you got no money
Block it be hot, that bitch feel like a oven, boy

[Chorus]
Yeah, get the money (Ayy)
I'ma go get the money (Yeah)
I'ma go get the money (Yeah)
I'ma go get the money (Yeah)
I'ma go get the money (Huh)
I'ma go get the money (Get it)
I'ma go get the money (Hold on)
I'ma go get the money
Look at my wrist, one hundred
And my new bitch, she one hundred
I gotta get the money
Hope that I live 'til a hundred (Yeah)
I turned this shit into somethin'
I remember it was nothin'
Look at my wrist, one hundred
My little bitch, she one hundred (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Told her my cappin' the same
Told that lil' boy, "Do not jump in my lane" (Yeah)
I might just swerve in your lane with a Range
A lil' strange but I swear I'm not lame, uh
Yeah, I got tired of waitin', yeah
Got the money 'cause I'm patient, yeah
Got the money 'cause they stayed, uh
Stacking my chips just like Lays, wait
These n***as mad 'cause I made (Racks)
Rick Owens all on my bed and my table
Talkin' 'bout guap, you're fake
Your girl hit me up thinkin' I'll pay your cable
Woah, about to say please
Girl, about to say please (Better)
Don't wanna stay then I leave
Number (N)ine jeans 'cause I feel Japanese (Woah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Got them racks on me (Huh)
You can't flex on me (No)
Got them racks on me
You can't flex on me
She ain't want me
Now I put dick in her tummy (Hey)
Made that bitch count up the money (Yeah)
Made that bitch count up the money (It's Lil Uzi)
[Chorus]
Yeah, get the money (Ayy)
I'ma go get the money (You better get it)
I'ma go get the money (You better get it)
I'ma go get the money (You better get it, yeah)
I'ma go get the money (Huh)
I'ma go get the money (You better get it)
I'ma go get the money (You better get it)
I'ma go get the money (You better get it)
Look at my wrist, one hundred
And my new bitch, she one hundred
I gotta get the money
Hope that I live 'til a hundred (Yeah)
I turned this shit into somethin'
I remember it was nothin'
Look at my wrist, one hundred
My little bitch, she one hundred (Yeah)

[Outro]
You better get it!
(808 Mafia)