Get Money Or Die Lyrics

Turn me up,

What you doin' I'm runnin' to the money

I stay gettin' money, in a trap I'm gettin' money

You know I'm gettin' money, Big 40 on my hip

nigga try and take it from me, got some niggas round my way

That'll kill you for the money

Shout out to Seven and Six, y'all made me this

Used to hustle for some kicks, now it's ice on my wrist

No need for no lights, F-O-E in this bitch

Choppin' blades Versace shades, as I ride behind tint

This leather interior, it look like the Raiders

A big up to Vegas, introduced me to flavors

A long ass run, I ain't second to none

Was the first one in the hood, with a hundred round drum

Yeah, and I let that bitch go, whenever I smell smoke

All them pussies, they choked, I still left em soaked

Don't go back on my word, whatever occur

If I catch yo ass lacking, put your dick in the dirt

Damn life sucks, for you and not us

Get off of your knees, nigga, pull your panties up

They all in the bunch, I eat you pussies for lunch

I ain't doin' no more fronts, cuz these niggas pull stunts

I'll chop Jackie Chan, swinging through like Tarzan

Tryna tip over the scale with a thousand more grams

I'm the king of my city, I'm the head of the jungle

When this AR go off, nigga, I make it sound like thunder

I'm runnin' to the money, I stay gettin' money

In the trap, I'm gettin' money, you know I'm gettin' money

Big 40 on my hip, nigga, try and take it from me

Got some niggas round my way, that'll kill you for the money

I'm runnin' to the money, I stay gettin' money

In the trap, I'm gettin' money, you know I'm gettin' money

Big 40 on my hip, nigga, try and take it from me

Know some niggas run my way, that'll kill you for the money

I was checkin' niggas in, nigga, I ain't checkin' in

My life been full of sin, can't imagine what I did

You claim you niggas slidin', my niggas really slid

Was gone for some years, I had to do a bid

Came home, facing ten, gave da block, another spin

A real boss talking, I created many trends

I motivate plenty, some hate cuz of envy

And I'm still puttin' on for my motherfuckin' city

Its family over everything, ain't shit changed

It's get money or die, so stay the fuck out my lane

I'm runnin' to the money, I stay gettin' money

In the trap, I'm gettin' money, you know I'm gettin' money

Big 40 on my hip, nigga, try and take it from me

Know some niggas round my way, that'll kill you for the money