Money Up OG Cuicide (Ft. Lil' Flip)

[Intro: Lil Flip]
We gettin' money, ay, we gettin' money (Yea)
We gettin' money, ay, we gettin' money (Yea)
We gettin' money, ay, we gettin' money (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Go and get your cash up, don't make us have to mask up

[Verse: OG Cuicide]
I’m in the rag Lamborghini, smokin' Cohiba‘s
Never worry about haters when you tote heaters
I’m from the west side of Compton, out the gutter lane
Cuicide a OG and I’m runnin' things
Got my money up, homie, so I’m livin' life
Four kids that I love and a pretty wife
Since a li'l dude, y’all, I been getting bread
Lights out for the right price, on your head
On the block with the duffel bag full of weight
Seal it up on the greyhound, out-of-state
When it come to gettin' money, gotta take trips
'Cause it’s double the price out-of-state chips
In the street life, everybody take risk
But keep your game on tight, like a made fist
Do for you, go for yours, with your best luck
'Cause at the end of the day, get your money up

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Flip]
There ain't no sense in talkin' down (Go get your money up)
I pack a strap when I walk around (Go get your money up)
I move with boxes in your town (Go get your money up)
And right now, it's goin' down (Hey)