G.G.T.M ft. DAME Lyrics

Ayy I want it I need it I feel like I'm feenin' whenever you leave me

Ayy I think I'm addicted, mane I'm so committed, can't go not a minute without the paper

Blue hundreds, pink fifties, want all the flavors

Franklin, Jackson, I want all the faces

Getting money keep me motivated

I'm getting to the money

Pour up my cup and I just get to thinking

Where would I be if didn't have no paper

Stuck on the block serving dimes to my neighbors

Prolly be pressed bout a hater

Prolly be losing my mind bout a bitch

I'm stuck on my grind, I can't go for that shit

Be having them dreams about living life rich

Taking flights out to Johnny to cuddle my wrist

Cut on my wrist from counting all this paper

Came a long way from working at Baber's

Remember them times a nigga wasn't able

Shoutout the plug for keeping me stable

Shit was fucked up, had to eat that

Slept on the floor, had my head where your feet at

Ayy shit make me vicious, you got it, I need it

Palm Angel shades got me lenses from Stevie

Sipping on oil got me leaning

In love with this cup, Damn, I feel like I need it

I'm up with the stars while I chill with my eater

I'm dancing on mars while she swallow my semen

You look in my eyes and you might see a demon

I'm focused on money, it keep on comin'

That blue cheese, them hundreds

It's not about money, you can't tell me nothin'

Ayy I want it I need it I feel like I'm feenin' whenever you leave me

Ayy I think I'm addicted, mane I'm so committed, can't go not a minute without the paper

Blue hundreds, pink fifties, want all the flavors

Franklin, Jackson, I want all the faces

Getting money keep me motivated

I'm getting to the money