Get Money CyHi

[Intro]
Isn't it ironic, all you wanna do is smoke chronic

[Hook]
You better get up, get out and get money
Get money, get money
Get money, get money
Get money, get money
Could spend your whole life tryna get high
Get high, get high
Get high, get high
Get high, get high
If it ain't nothin' else you get from me
Get from me, get from me
Get from me, get from me
Get from me, get from me
Could spend your whole life tryna get by
Get by, get by
Get by, get by
Get by, get by

[Verse 1]
This for them niggas who be lookin' for a handout
Yeah he used to be a standout
Now he ain't got a pot to piss in
Prolly cause his plans didn't pan out
The type of nigga, if he see your weed layin' on the table
He'll prolly take a gram out
And they always talmbout
How they own the hood, nigga this is Uncle Sam's house
Man, all they do is shoot dice
He already got two strikes
Flex a nigga for like two pints
Mixed it with the Mountain Dew, he don't do Sprite
"Listen young nigga, man you're too bright
Are you ever gon do right?
Before I do 20 years
I'll work a 9 to 5, sit back and have a cool life
Ah I get it, y'all don't think it's cool to have a job
Fuck what these rap niggas talmbout
Ain't nothin' cool bout the mob
My nigga Trey robbed a Mexican
Now the cartel shootin' at his car
All for a necklace
And a couple pair of shoes at the mall
Smokin' all your weed up
Fuckin' up your re-up
Mad cause the girl that I'm with
Got a 43 butt and a B cup
Boy you're still stayin' at your mama's house
You won't even help your mama out
Now you're at your baby mama crib
And she even got you sleepin' on the couch