letra de gotta get that cash (ggtc) - ruste juxx
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they call it the root of all evil
whether it’s illegal or legal
gotta get that green paper with the eagle
m-o-n-e-y
just got paid, and i’m rollin’
whether it’s earned or it’s stolen
homie, my pockets is swollen
gotta get that cash
[verse 1]
juxx is guerilla k!lla for scrilla
maintaining remaining the top billa
green bag stack higher than godzilla
m-o-n-e-y
getting money is a habit, i can’t break it
i get the looting and shooting and pull papes in
i’mma blast for cash ’till i’m cakin’
gotta get that cash
hustling, bustin’ to get dough
work out, building my muscle ’till it grow
ain’t n0body blocking or stopping my cash flow
i make it hot for guap, you ain’t know?
big faces, big bucks, unlimited
big trucks i bought, never rented it
big shoes, windows i tinted it
bulletproof gunshots, i prevented it
cash rules everything around this man
been taking it ever since i found i can
bills high plus i got mouths to feed
contracts couple hundred thou’ i need
g chasing, on the run for the riches
from grown heights packing guns for them snitches
on the star putting big dollar wishes
hollywood, holla paparazzis taking pictures cause
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[verse 2]
i’m talking buckets of duckets, some real currency
victor the ruler, the muler is my unsurance, see
stacking cheddar forever, that you can guarantee
m-o-n-e-y
i love feeling ’em, peeling ’em dead presidents
my bank account amount is my evidence
rearranging and changing my home residence
gotta get that cash
out in j-pan, i earn yens
world tour pulling in tens of millions
copping bugattis and that 212 benz
spreading love, sharing my ends with my friends
big estates, condos, i’m buying them
big jets, helicopters, i’m flying them
big town businesses, i’m supplying them
wick wick wack artists, i retire ’em
cash rules everything around this man
been taking it ever since i found i can
bills high plus i got mouths to feed
contracts couple hundred thou’ i need ’cause
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[bridge]
benjamins, jackson, washington, lincoln
i be getting money ’till i’m dead and stinkin’
ain’t about money, what the h-ll you thinkin’?
m-o-n-e-y
benjamins, jackson, washington, lincoln
i be getting money ’till i’m dead and stinkin’
ain’t about money, what the h-ll you thinkin’?
gotta get that cash
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