Get Money
H.N.I.C. Lyrics


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Fuck bitches, get money (uh, what?)
Fuck niggas, get money (uh)
Fuck bitches, get money (woo)
Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money (uh, check it out, uh)

You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease and Nino
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on titty sayin' B.I.G., now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze, baby
Don't cha? You wanna gimme what I need, baby
Won't cha, picture life as my wife? Just think
Full-length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say you's the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?
My Moschino ho, my Versace hottie
Come to find out, you was fuckin' everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin'
Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin'
Lick in the door, wavin' the .44
All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more"
Disrespect my clique, my shit's imperial
Fuck around and made her milk box material
You feel me? Suckin' dick, runnin' your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real "fuck a bitch" shit, uh

Fuck bitches, get money (what?)
Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money (uh)
Fuck bitches, get money (woo, look at me)
Fuck niggas, get money (woo, I told you niggas)

Niggas, better grab a seat
Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard bound, niggas press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killin' than the stick up juxs
Rather count a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it
Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat
Then, you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga
Don't cha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga
Don't cha wanna see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave?
Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad
Break up affairs, lick shots in the air
You get vexed and start swingin' everywhere
Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your nine while I cock on mine
Yeah, what, nigga? I ain't got time for this
So what, nigga? I'm not tryna hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that make up for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards sayin', "I apologize"
Is you with me? How could you ever deceive me?
But payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me
Nah, I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow
Just a lil' somethin' to let you motherfuckers know

Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money
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Fuck niggas, get money
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Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money




Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to H.N.I.C.'s song "Get Money" are all about one thing: making money by any means necessary. The chorus repeats the phrase "Fuck bitches, get money / Fuck niggas, get money" as a way of articulating the idea that chasing after relationships and loyalty is secondary to chasing after wealth, and that in fact, the two are often at odds. The verses, filled with raunchy sexual descriptions and violent power plays, paint a picture of a life in which all that matters is money and the power that it can bring. The rapper describes a lifestyle of luxurious excess: sipping champagne, smoking weed, wearing designer clothing and jewelry, and enjoying sexual favors from a bevy of women. But this lifestyle is constantly threatened by the possibility of betrayal, as the singer is betrayed by multiple women who use him for his money and then turn on him when things get tough. In the end, the message of the song is that the pursuit of wealth is worth any cost, even if it comes at the expense of personal relationships and emotional well-being.


Line by Line Meaning

Fuck bitches, get money (uh, what?)
Focus on making money, don't waste time on women.


Fuck niggas, get money (uh)
Focus on making money, don't trust men.


Fuck bitches, get money (woo)
Focus on making money, don't chase women.


Fuck niggas, get money
Focus on making money, don't trust anyone.


Fuck bitches, get money
Focus on making money, don't worry about women.


Fuck niggas, get money (uh, check it out, uh)
Focus on making money, don't trust anyone. Listen up.


You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
You want to come to my house and drink expensive champagne.


Play Nintendo with Cease and Nino
Play video games with my friends Cease and Nino.


Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Answer my phone and say that I'm not here.


Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Have sex all night and receive oral sex in the morning.


Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Drive my high-end car and smoke my marijuana.


Tattoo on titty sayin' B.I.G., now check it
I have a tattoo with "B.I.G." written on a woman's breast. Look at it.


You wanna be my main squeeze, baby
You want to be my main girlfriend.


Don't cha? You wanna gimme what I need, baby
You want to give me what I want.


Won't cha, picture life as my wife? Just think
Imagine being married to me. Just think about it.


Full-length mink, fat X and O links
Wearing a long fur coat and expensive jewelry.


Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Matching bracelets and having good conversations.


Showed you the safe combinations and all that
I showed you the codes to access my safe and other valuables.


Guess you could say you's the one I trusted
You could say that I trusted you the most.


Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
I never thought that you would betray me.


Shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot
When things went wrong, you called the police on me.


Took me to court, tried to take all I got
You took me to court and tried to take everything from me.


'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
Another complex plan, the woman said I sexually assaulted her.


Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?
Why did she want to go after my money?


My Moschino ho, my Versace hottie
The woman who wore Moschino clothing was my girlfriend, and the one who wore Versace clothing was attractive.


Come to find out, you was fuckin' everybody
I found out that you were sleeping with everyone.


You knew about me, the fake ID
You knew about my fake ID.


Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
I have legal problems in Virginia and someone I know was killed in D.C.


Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin'
I am facing the consequences for being a player.


Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin'
I paid for my own bail and then started to fight.


Lick in the door, wavin' the .44
I kicked the door down and pointed my gun.


All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more"
The only thing you heard was someone saying, "Poppa, don't hit me anymore."


Disrespect my clique, my shit's imperial
Don't disrespect me or my group.


Fuck around and made her milk box material
I killed someone and they put their picture on a milk carton.


You feel me? Suckin' dick, runnin' your lips
Do you understand? Talking too much and gossiping.


'Cause of you, I'm on some real "fuck a bitch" shit, uh
Because of you, I hate women now.


Niggas, better grab a seat
Listen up, men.


Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Hold onto your genitals while I talk about something heavy.


Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet
More serious than a dead woman's vagina.


Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Men with hard penises like small women.


Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
A young woman from the streets who will always be loyal.


Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
I used to transport drugs out of town on the Greyhound bus.


Now I'm Billboard bound, niggas press to hit it
Now I am famous and people want to have sex with me.


Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it
They play games with me, thinking I am desperate for sex.


Rather do the killin' than the stick up juxs
I would rather commit murder than rob someone.


Rather count a million while you eat my pussy
I would rather count money while you perform oral sex on me.


Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it
If you push me too far, I will become emotionally invested.


Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat
Get me emotionally vulnerable while I am experiencing orgasm.


Then, you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga
Then, you want to be my main boyfriend.


Don't cha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga
Don't you want to perform oral sex on me?


Don't cha wanna see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave?
Don't you want to see me driving your car down the street?


Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad
I get angry and attack women for no reason.


Break up affairs, lick shots in the air
Sabotage romantic relationships and shoot firearms into the air.


You get vexed and start swingin' everywhere
You get angry and start fighting everyone.


Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me
You think I am sneaky, and want to hit me with a gun.


Pull out your nine while I cock on mine
You pull out your gun while I also ready mine.


Yeah, what, nigga? I ain't got time for this
What? I don't have time for this.


So what, nigga? I'm not tryna hear that shit
Who cares? I don't want to hear your words.


Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Now you want to buy me expensive jewelry and clothes.


Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots
Designer boots from Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel.


Things that make up for all the games and the lies
These gifts make up for all the deceit.


Hallmark cards sayin', "I apologize"
Apology cards from Hallmark.


Is you with me? How could you ever deceive me?
Are you still with me? How could you have tricked me?


But payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me
But revenge is a cruel thing, just trust me.


Nah, I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow
No, I am not gay. This is not lesbian talk.


Just a lil' somethin' to let you motherfuckers know
Just something to let you all know.




Lyrics © DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, JAMES BEDFORD D/B/A SKILLET MUSIC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Roy Ayers, James Bedford, Kimberly Jones, Sylvia Denise Striplin, Christopher Wallace

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