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letra de gettin money - lavi$h

young struts on the beat
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
you can die tryna take it from me
you can die
n-ggas hate ’cause they b-tches want me
they want me
that b-tch don’t love me, she love the money
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
i’m just a young n-gga getting money

yeah, yeah, yeah
uh
hundreds and fifties and twenties, a young n-gga really get guapo
get yola from yola, f-ck with him, cutt off, get cheese like a nacho
n-ggas be talking that b-tch sh-t until they catch sh-lls like a taco
put a tag on your head and my shooter said, “lavish, believe me, i got you”
this for them n-ggas that think they untouchable, feeling like ramo
a hundred shot drum in my clip, man, it seem like unlimited ammo
got shooters on shooters and all of my n-ggas send shots like a saddle
so diss me, i’m waxing your motherf-cking head, get lit like a candle
link up with pablo and tell him that we need that work, no more andale
trap like it’s legal but n-ggas know my block is hot as a summer day
sta- sta- started out small, now a n-gga do it big like a upper case
feel like young thug, getting rich off me cry, get the f-ck out my f-cking face

if it ain’t about moolah, young n-gga really a shooter
little b-tch ain’t give me no play ’til she seen that my shirt had medusa
b-tch said, “who ya?” b-tch, i’m the sh-t like manure
now- now- now that b-tch all on my d-ck so i made that b-tch give me medulla, oh
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
you can die tryna take it from me
you can die
n-ggas hate ’cause they b-tches want me

they want me
that b-tch don’t love me, she love the money
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
spent 12 in gs, spent five in givenchy
i’m getting it
why these haters, they all up on me?
i’m getting it
i tell these haters get all up off me
yeah
don’t tell the b-tch
i win like i’m sosa, that feeling now
tell that girl i was just saying
yeah
back off of him
yeah
yeah, i’m getting paper, n-gga
you ain’t really got it
you don’t
i rock margiels, you rock foamposites
let’s go
stop it
yeah, i’m getting that paper
paper
yeah, i might bust at a hater
oh, yeah
swear to god, i’ll see you later

yeah
got flavor like a now and later
they talk about me, but they can- can- can’t say what i got
yeah, yeah
i got sh-t you can’t pr-nounce, you b-tch n-ggas need to stop
like, you say hermès when it’s really just hermes
you ain’t really just got it, you need to stop it
i got like 1200 right up in my pocket, yeah
my pocket
pocket
why you keep on talking loud?
talking loud
i was in hawaii, now that b-tch right in the trap, yeah
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
you can die tryna take it from me
you can die
n-ggas hate ’cause they b-tches want me
they want me
that b-tch don’t love me, she love the money
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
yeah, yeah, yeah

time to turn up on these corny ass rappers, that’s word to minati
minati
trying to cop me a masi, a lambo, ferrari, a f-cking bugatti
bugatti
b-tch, i’m a posse
posse
this 40 will kick like karate
bah, bah
smith & a shotty
bah
it leave your ass stiff in the alley
ah
i be pimping with ocky
ocky
b-tch suck my d-ck, make it sloppy
make it sloppy
money don’t shock me
no
young n-gga wrist look like hockey

yeah
b-tch, i’m the hottest
hey
k!lling this diss like a jockey
yeah, yeah
somebody sign me, i swear n0body can stop me
no
i’m back, but i’m trying to get rich
styling louis, designing my sh-t
young b-tches telling me i’m c-cky as sh-t
ho, be yourself, so it’s on with this d-ck
paying my paper that’s all i’ma spit
codeine and sprite, man, my squad in the mix
need me a line, n-gga, johnny and britt

bring out the ak and put holes in his strips
yeah, yeah, yeah
ho, young n-gga balling, lot of money in my banking, yo
yeah
tell me if you want it ’cause you know i got that thingy, yo
b-tch, call my phone like, “lav, can you take it?”
no
b-tch, is you gonna suck my d-ck and love my n-ggas?
yeah
i’m just a young n-gga getting money
money
you can die tryna take it from me
you can die
n-ggas hate ’cause they b-tches want me

- lavih

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