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letra de betta getcha money man - dem charlotte boyz

mentum: hi! coming down on monday but the lac look sundae/
ice cream…yoplai, around me, no play/
get your own team built up, you can go play/
get your whole team lit up, the k’s on spray/
gabbana shades, dolce/
hated by mostly, broke–ss n-body/
so i’m riding shotty, the k do karate/
stretch a n-gg- out, i guess he do pilate/
lodi f-cken dodi n-gg-/
smokin on a charlie at the ranch feeling jolly/
psyching up my mind & body feeling like ali/
this hard work, hardly i do it in my sleep/
dreams of mango harley same year as atari/
front page enquirer puffing on the marley/
nigerian freak spiced up, hot tamale!/
amphibian on feet, tattoos on my body/
n-gg-s can’t harm me, got the under armor on me/

chorus: all our cadillacs sitting up on them 24’s
bumping them hits in the whip that everybody know
d-mn them n-gg-s clean! smoking that best of green
making hit’s non-stop, going straight to the top
cause there ain’t no in between/

(repeat 2x):
you want that fetti off the muscle/
betta go and get yourself a hustle/
keep on adding pieces to your puzzle/
never let em’ take without a tussle/
betta getcha money man, go on and getcha money man
betta getcha money man, go on and getcha money man!

lujan: queen city cruising all day with the knock on high/
everybody know who it is when the lujan-deville come cruising by/
b-ss stay woofing out my speakers, stay blazing that best of reefer/
but you never catch me slip, i gotta keep a grip on the heat 9 millimeter/
but i’m focused! home run! every time i touch the mound/
against any track go pound for pound/
just too keep you b-mping that charlotte sound/
hands in the air, put em up, down/
everybody know that we setting trends, everybody know that we get it in/
everybody want to be our best friend, i know you do, i know you do/
chrous:

dianysus: dianysus is my name (name)/
feeling good and won’t complain (plain)/
my caddy’ll rattle these streets (streets)/
and a magnum, all my freaks(freaks)/
i’m just steering my whip, b-mping my music riding round (where you goin?)
i’m going back and forth just rolling around all over town (where ya from?)
north carolina y’all, we got y’all standing tall (where ya from?)
north carolina y’all, we got y’all standing tall
go on ahead, let the music b-mp, i know you hear the b-ss in your trunk/
go on ahead, let the music b-mp, i know you hear the b-ss in your trunk/
chorus:

- dem charlotte boyz

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