Member of Bay-area rap group Mob Figaz. Presented by C-Bo, the group consis… Read Full Bio ↴Member of Bay-area rap group Mob Figaz. Presented by C-Bo, the group consists of Fed-X, Husalah, Tha Jacka, Ryder J. Klyde, and AP.9.
Get That Money
Fed-X Lyrics
Ion know what you doing get that paper
Guess that money talk in different conversations
Put my middle finger up to a hater
Then Im running right back to the bank
Ion know what you doing get that paper
Guess that money come in different color flavors
Aint no reason to be sitting round waiting
Rack it up and get back to the paper
Rack it up and get back to that paper
I remember I was getting cornered like staples
Had to bust a move sitting at the wrong table
Brother killing brother treat em just like he Abel
I know that I got it and I know that Im able
Put your hand down I ain't giving out favors
Wanna go away wanna switch up my neighbors
Kick the feet up watching over my acres
Pants at the ankles
With a lil bad one
I just wanna hear you
Let me pour up one
Counting up the money
Doing it for fun fun
Rolling down the road
You can ride shotgun
I just got one rule
Don't come up in my life with a lil attitude
Baby keep it classy use to being rude
I know you use to niggas acting like a fool
Im on a money move
Ion know what you doing get that paper
Guess that money talk in different conversations
Put my middle finger up to a hater
Then Im running right back to the bank
Ion know what you doing get that paper
Guess that money come in different color flavors
Aint no reason to be sitting round waiting
Rack it up and get back to the paper
Guess that money talk in different conversations
Put my middle finger up to a hater
Then Im running right back to the bank
Ion know what you doing get that paper
Guess that money come in different color flavors
Aint no reason to be sitting round waiting
Rack it up and get back to the paper
Rack it up and get back to that paper
I remember I was getting cornered like staples
Brother killing brother treat em just like he Abel
I know that I got it and I know that Im able
Put your hand down I ain't giving out favors
Wanna go away wanna switch up my neighbors
Kick the feet up watching over my acres
Pants at the ankles
With a lil bad one
I just wanna hear you
Let me pour up one
Counting up the money
Doing it for fun fun
Rolling down the road
You can ride shotgun
I just got one rule
Don't come up in my life with a lil attitude
Baby keep it classy use to being rude
I know you use to niggas acting like a fool
Im on a money move
Ion know what you doing get that paper
Guess that money talk in different conversations
Put my middle finger up to a hater
Then Im running right back to the bank
Ion know what you doing get that paper
Guess that money come in different color flavors
Aint no reason to be sitting round waiting
Rack it up and get back to the paper
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Marquelle Wormley
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