Get Ya Money

Uh, uh, uh, yeah
 
 It's a vibe right now, turn me up a little bit, uh
 You can't tell me shit, I'm in this bitch takin' Belve' sips
 Feeling like the only one who truly knew Joell would be rich
 I'm walking in the 40 feeling 26 as I watch heavy wrist pull-ups, push-ups and dips 20 a clip
 In my tank top looking like the old fifth
 Enemy killer on my hip
 Guess that's why they call it a fo' fifth
 Jump in my new whip
 Bumping some old shit, grown shit
 Fahrenheit cologne shit, oh shit
 The first half deposits from them shows hit
 Bank teller cougar looking at your boy ferocious
 No miss, I'm a married man
 Wife badder than arrival time of ambulances
 In the hood with traffic jams after them cannons blam
 Digital scale with shake on it going hand to hand
 Now business deals we shake on, it's still a hand to hand
 But different though
 Careful how you livin' bro
 I keep business on my mind and stay minding my business, yo
 Somebody said, "Get your money young man"
 I was walking in a store
 Triple OG by the door
 He looked up and he said, "Yo! Get your money young man"
 But be careful how you make it
 'Cause them people wanna take it
 Leave your bank account naked
 "Get your money young man"
 Now the roles done changed
 I'm giving these kids game
 I tell 'em the same thing, "Get your money young man"
 And there's six million ways to get it
 Choose one
 The cabinets were bare
 Mama could barely prepare the recipes
 I got on my grizzly then go get the honey
 Wanted more than the bare necessities
 The air, the seven seas, the land
 I traveled every place on the face of the earth
 To repair discrepancies in my generational curse
 Went everywhere for extra cheese
 Never scared to ever squeeze
 So drop your diss song
 You'll be a wrap over wax like record sleeves
 When the heckler sneeze
 We ain't playing with celebrities
 Y'all playing, we the referees
 Flexing our expertise
 Used to slang and peddle death
 Got the amphetamines from a Blood
 That's red and meth
 Niggas went from Haile Selassie to Emeril Lagasse
 Whippin' work, ghetto chef
 Ballin', tryna catch a check
 But falling, down Heaven steps
 Do better, this a new letter to whoever's next
 Somebody said, "Get your money young man"
 I was walking in a store
 Triple OG by the door
 He looked up and he said, "Yo! Get your money young man"
 But be careful how you make it
 'Cause them people wanna take it
 Leave your bank account naked
 "Get your money young man"
 Now the roles done changed
 I'm giving these kids game
 I tell 'em the same thing, "Get your money young man"
 And there's six million ways to get it
 Choose one