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letra de get dis money - bryson tiller

[intro]
uh
yeah

[verse 1: bryson tiller]
she never thought i’d be on tv, red carpet
she treat me like i’m deceased, like i’m a dead artist
she cut me off every three seconds, her dread talking
my n-gga warned me like “please dawg, be very cautious”
she gave it up to a lame and took the merit off it
she think cause we on a break, i’m finna share it, nah
i took her out vera w-ng, she back to aeropostale
no more benz wheel gripping, she back to her impala
she not a lady to me, b-tch, we ain’t sharing pasta
she more in tune with her tramp side, hoe, where ya father at?
they think i’m ’bout to be sad crying, no, where the dollas at?
know i saw that sh-t coming like biff, where the almanac?
let’s get back to the future, i’m rich, sharing cul-de-sacs
you know the same one where kevin hart is at, gave her heart attacks
she knew she could’ve been a part of that, should’ve thought of that
right before she sent me to the slums where i started at
i press red she kept calling back, huh, huh
i kept saying, aye where the dollas at? huh, huh
she kept playing, i put a pause on that, huh
“what you gon’ do next?” that’s what they all ask
[hook: bryson tiller (big sean)]
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
what i say, get dis money
what she say, what you gon’ do today?
what i say, b-tch, get dis money (yeah)
aye, aye, errday, errday (woah, woah)
what i say, b-tch i’m tryna get paid (b-i-g man)
aye, aye, errday, errday (aye, boi)

[verse 2: big sean]
stop saying you miss me
stop putting me in your close friends when i give you distance
stop reading my horoscope tryna convince me
even looking at the bigger picture not gon’ fit me (woah)
tryna get me to clear my schedule and search history
like, what is it about chanel that got you stopping at tiffany’s?
tryna be a man about it, even if it gets risky
tried to talk to your friend ’bout it, the b-tch tried to kiss me
and diss me online, but it’s not gon’ trick me
thinking you could move on from sh-t so quickly
thought we was tailor made, i see it’s not goin’ swiftly
but, i guess you don’t know what you got until you see it goin’
seeking closure but i text emoji, left the message open
understand it’s not a uber, baby, this a chauffeur
he gon’ wait until it’s all over and bring you right back over (swerve)
somehow you telling me it’s not as crazy as i drove ya (swerve)
you took the ‘e’ off ’emotion’ and that’s how you coasting
seems like that’s your favorite quote, you just keep reposting
you told me that you hate the club, and now i hear you hosting
gave you the shirt off of my back after i blew yours out
hopefully you feeling closer when you wear my clothing
you know i always live my life like the end was approaching
you always kept an open mind, but i can feel it closing
speaking of open, i just saw you at the u.s. open
it’s weird ’cause i know how much you hate that back and forth sh-t
i know i wasn’t at my peak, but i was moving towards it
i know times is changing and sh-t, we meta-morphing
if your silence was golden then trust, i made a fortune (oh god)
i know you heard i paid for some girl abortion
you keep saying it’s facts, well where is your source then?
i’m probably who you’re thinking bout when you’re f-ckin’ your boyfriend
if i can’t settle down with you, then i’ma be a wh0re then
i know your family always was more corporate
so y’all moving to a tax free state like florida
where you can date another n-gga they just more supportive of
[hook: bryson tiller (big sean)]
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
(i guess nothing can fix you more than when your heart is broken up)
what i say, get dis money
what she say, what you gon’ do today?
what i say, b-tch, get dis money
aye, aye, errday, errday
what i say, b-tch i’m tryna get paid
aye, aye, errday, errday

- bryson tiller

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