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letra de get money bros. - lil yachty

[intro]
30, you a fool for this one
ear drummers
lil boat
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: lil yachty]
burn his -ss out like a sk!llet (woo)
all that sh-t talking online gon’ and k!ll it (woo)
throw them legs up and i promise i’ll drill it (woo)
whip wasn’t high enough, i told ’em lift it
check wasn’t high enough, i told ’em lift it (woo)
bought bro a rollie ’cause my brother gifted
that p-ssy pretty but i still gotta sniff it
whole team got chains on, i call that certificate (uh, ooh)
where your money lil’ n-gga?
wearin’ 10 chains don’t make your diamonds bigger (no)
look at my ring, that’s a 80
f-ck up v live when i’m bored wit’ lil baby
born in ’97 my b-tch from the ’80s (woo)
she drive a young n-gga crazy

[verse 2: tee grizzley]
i’m from detroit between evergreen and southfield road (we come up off the freeway)
money long as 6 mile, f-ck n-gga, but you know i’m so joy road (joy road)
sh-t i seen in my hood made me the type to sneak into awards with my pole (brra, brra)
three million, i got that in cash, 400k, got that in gold (got that in gold)
crib came with a sauna (crib came with the sauna)
beam came on the mac (beam came on the bow!)
200 miles a hour (skrr skrr), this a h-llcat not a scat (skrr skrr)
we ain’t cosignin’ no rats, talkin’ to the cops only time these n-ggas state facts (only time these n-ggas state facts)
leave a n-gga brains in his lap, he was driving, chopper put him in the back (brra)

[chorus: lil yachty]
we the young n-ggas gettin’ money, yeah
everybody ’round us gettin’ money, yeah
n-ggas in the back, they gunnin’, yeah
vvs diamonds so stunnin’, yeah (bling)
a b-tch n-gga mad, well, so? (so?, yeah, ayy)
we the f-ckin’ get money bros (get money)

[verse 3: lil yachty]
gotta get guap, gotta get it
used to ride ’round baggin’ hoes in a civic
now i pick and choose, i’m super specific
shawty slurp nut like a blueberry mistic (ew)
uhh, watch where you steppin’
bang what you bang, n-gga, rep what you reppin’
don’t you dare ever dap me with yo’ left hand
respect my pimpin’, i’m ballin’ like i’m pippen

[verse 4: tee grizzley]
my uber actin’ so janky right now, bro come pick yo b-tch up (my sh-t ain’t workin’)
you pull up on tip, i’ma headshot you, then gotta pick yo sh-t up (boom, boom)
my diamonds so white, i was whippin’ the dope, almost got it mixed up (skrr skrr)
i shaved off my firin’ pin, it was one shot, now it got the hiccups (b-boom, boom, boom)

[chrous: lil yachty]
we the young n-ggas gettin’ money, yeah
everybody ’round us gettin’ money, yeah
n-ggas in the back, they gunnin’, yeah
vvs diamonds so stunnin’, yeah
a b-tch n-gga mad, well, so? (huh, yeah, ayy)
we the f-ckin’ get money bros

- lil yachty

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