Get Money Big K.R.I.T.

[Hook]
Get money, get money, get money
I told 'em: get money, get money, get money
I got 'em: get money, get money, get money
I'm goin': get money, get money, get money
Hey, I'm ridin' through my city with my rims sittin' high
And my top dropped feelin' like a king
Hey, I'm ridin' through my city with my rims sittin' high
And my top dropped feelin' like a king

[Verse 1]
Get money my A, pop rubberbands
Fuck what you think, I'm still the man
Young Krizzle top dropped, I'm headin' to the top spot
I'm swervin' in a boss car, I party like a rock star
Rollin' on these sucker motherfuckers that were down on me
My bread got bigger, young nigga you should crown me
I just touched down in the city of the Queen
I ride around town, and I'm feelin' like a king
I'm higher than you ever been, I'm higher than you ever be
G4, first class, some shit that you could never see
Sippin' (?) and bread, as country as I wanna be
All this money that I gettin', you'd think the feds was onto me
Eyes low, ride slow, 2 miles per hour ho
If money ain't your motivation, what the fuck you cryin' for
Takin' pictures of me now, but it's all good
All my real niggas in the hood
I tell 'em