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flvme (sa) - getting to the money lyrics

[intro: flvme]
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah

[chorus: flvme]
smokin’ on some trees yeah yеah yeah
and it’s still f_ck the police yеah yeah yeah
i’ll be countin’ up the cheese yeah yeah yeah
i, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
wake up in the mornin’ screamin’ “hallelujah”
gettin’ all this money, don’t you let ’em fool ya
i’ve been gettin’ to the money it ain’t nothin’ new yeah
tell ’em “f_ck the haters” yeah we f_ckin’ did yeah

[verse 1: flvme]
movin’ too fats ayy
but i sip too slow yeah
count up the racks yeah
then run up some more yeah
you already know yeah
young n_gga gettin’ that dough
gettin’ that money with all my woes yeah
can’t give a f_ck about hoes yeah
n_gga you trippin’, you ain’t never caught me slippin’, yeah
young and i get it, ayy
n_gga get out your feelings, yeah
i got the business, i got the cake and i got the biscuits
n_ggas is b_tches, do anything to get my attention
dwayne johnson on you n_ggas, lil’ baby love the way i rock, yeah
and she in love with the way i eat up and beat up the box, yeah
i got some lean in the back and i got all the weed in my sock
you askin’ too many questions, you startin’ to sound like a cop yeah
[chorus: flvme]
smokin’ on some trees yeah yeah yeah
and it’s still f_ck the police yeah yeah yeah
i’ll be countin’ up the cheese yeah yeah yeah
i, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
wake up in the mornin’ screamin’ “hallelujah”
gettin’ all this money, don’t you let ’em fool ya
i’ve been gettin’ to the money it ain’t nothin’ new yeah
tell ’em “f_ck the haters” yeah we f_ckin’ did yeah

[verse 2: 451]
yeah, they know me as westside
a 4_5 with the ice cream man
visit [?] in the summer, h_lla mama a lil’ close in the sand
give me that perfect head, until that aeroplane lands
we don’t even need a bed, we don’t even want one here yeah yeah
n_ggas hate me for the chip up on my shoulder
i look like i sell bricks and smell like tom ford oud wood
i had to sit and think then i just had to pause, yeah yeah
ain’t a party unless one of us just [?], yeah
n_ggas wanna fight, i just want bread
all of my b_tches have s_x dawg, i don’t wanna leave my bed
forever in love with the paper, go find me i need to get fed
no b_tch could ever touch, i’m smokin’ on

[chorus: flvme]
smokin’ on some trees yeah yeah yeah
and it’s still f_ck the police yeah yeah yeah
i’ll be countin’ up the cheese yeah yeah yeah
i, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
wake up in the mornin’ screamin’ “hallelujah”
gettin’ all this money, don’t you let ’em fool ya
i’ve been gettin’ to the money it ain’t nothin’ new yeah
tell ’em “f_ck the haters” yeah we f_ckin’ did yeah
[outro: flvme]
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah

- flvme sa lyrics

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