[Chorus: Fabolous]
Get ya money money, fuck them broke n***as
Get ya money money, fuck them broke bitches
Get ya money money, get ya money

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Now I be riding through [?] shooter
I find a n***a that can spot up and pull like a hooper recruiter
Then I sit him on a stoop with a Ruger
'Cause I'm [?] watch the spot like [?]
I got a one two, a super [?]
For them n***as that's disturbing the peace, like the group who with Luda
And I just met the connect, [?]
So I'm probably looking as high as [?]
Shorty say I'm cute, but in the coupe I be cutеr
Explain, she gives me brain, likе she Superhead tooter
On another note, she like Betty Crock with ready rock
Get pounds of that shit, that smell like sweaty socks
But I do my share, chopping and bagging
Stopping and dragging, popping the mag in
Ain't gotta see to believe, just stop and imagine
I'm [?] swagging, popping them tags and

[Chorus: Fabolous]
Get ya money money, fuck them broke n***as
Get ya money money, fuck them broke bitches
Get ya money money, get ya money
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
The motto that I live by, be funk or die
These bitch n***as keep hating, [?] broke and die
They having fights with the money, and they look like they losing
All these bitches Team Philthy, it look like they choosing
Forgi’s on my foreign, yeah, it look like I'm cruising
They stealing my swag, man, I should get to suing
They wasn't rocking Truey, wasn't in the Louie
Red bottoms on, got them calling my phone
Like how much did you spend?
Broke n***a, come again
[?] for them M's, then I made [?] come again
That was twice in one night, reed-up in one night
I was moving that work, white like a T-shirt
Flexin on my Instagram, I know it gotta hurt
'Cause you ain't good in your hood, and I'm still on my terf
Posted like a stopsign, can't a n***a stop mine
300,000 [?] a n***a can't block my shine
N***a, it's Philthy


[Chorus: Fabolous]
Get ya money money, fuck them broke n***as
Get ya money money, fuck them broke bitches
Get ya money money, get ya money
[Verse 3: Smugla]
I'm fish scale dreaming, having tripple beam nightmares
[?] pulling off some kush in my timeshare
I'm blowing money fast, n***a, like I don't care
I got the blocks [?] even when I'm not there
Every month, a hundred thousand or more
I can get a bird from [?]
I been with the shit, bruh since 94
And back then, I was 10, with a 25 [?]
In a magazine, now I'm pulling through the block
Brand new Benz, sitting behind [?]
About to scoop up sneaks from the 9 block
On the poster with the murder burners and the 9 Glock
Where I'm from, police don't come until the gunplay stops
Where them slugs land, that's where the body drops
Used to be [?], now he fucking with the cops
When I see him, I'ma catch hiss ass, and fill him up with shots
Get ya money, n***a

[Chorus: Fabolous]
Get ya money money, fuck them broke n***as
Get ya money money, fuck them broke bitches
Get ya money money, get ya money