[Intro: FBG Duck]
Let's get it
FBG shit
FBG, bitch
(Copo)
[Chorus: FBG Duck & Boss Krizzy]
I'm tryna see a mill' before twenty-one (Twenty-one)
And my job is to get it done (Let's get it, let's get it)
And you know I'ma handle that (Let's go)
'Cause I want that motherfuckin' million (That million)
Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money (Money)
(Yeah)
You know I gotta get this money (Money)
(Mula)
I'm so in love with this money (Money)
(Kreed Da Don)
So I got no choice, but to get this money (Money)
[Verse 1: Boss Krizzy]
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula (Than the mula)
Killin' cockroaches, Gunstar, she a trooper (Gunstar, she a trooper)
I'm on the block, but in the cut, I got my shooter (I got my shooter)
Make the wrong turn, then my shooter gon' shoot ya (Boom— boom, boom)
Roll the dice, gamble with your life (With your life)
Kill you, come at you in the afterlife (Afterlife)
Lot of niggas be hatin', I know the flow is nice (The flow is nice)
The bars I spit, people say that I'm cold as ice (He cold as ice)
Young Boss Krizzy, baby, I'ma go-getter (Go-getter)
Niggas better stop talkin' drillin' 'cause my team hitters (All hitters)
This only for the real, exposin' all the fake (He fake)
So lil' homie, chill, 'fore I put him in his place, Krizzy (Yeah)
Let's get it
FBG shit
FBG, bitch
(Copo)
[Chorus: FBG Duck & Boss Krizzy]
I'm tryna see a mill' before twenty-one (Twenty-one)
And my job is to get it done (Let's get it, let's get it)
And you know I'ma handle that (Let's go)
'Cause I want that motherfuckin' million (That million)
Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money (Money)
(Yeah)
You know I gotta get this money (Money)
(Mula)
I'm so in love with this money (Money)
(Kreed Da Don)
So I got no choice, but to get this money (Money)
[Verse 1: Boss Krizzy]
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula (Than the mula)
Killin' cockroaches, Gunstar, she a trooper (Gunstar, she a trooper)
I'm on the block, but in the cut, I got my shooter (I got my shooter)
Make the wrong turn, then my shooter gon' shoot ya (Boom— boom, boom)
Roll the dice, gamble with your life (With your life)
Kill you, come at you in the afterlife (Afterlife)
Lot of niggas be hatin', I know the flow is nice (The flow is nice)
The bars I spit, people say that I'm cold as ice (He cold as ice)
Young Boss Krizzy, baby, I'ma go-getter (Go-getter)
Niggas better stop talkin' drillin' 'cause my team hitters (All hitters)
This only for the real, exposin' all the fake (He fake)
So lil' homie, chill, 'fore I put him in his place, Krizzy (Yeah)
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