Get Money Shy Glizzy (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
GG, lil bitch, 30, 30

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah, how the fuck you winning, now you niggas look crummy
Ask me where I been? Nigga I been getting money
Walkin' through the storm, I knew my days would get sunny
If I don't do shit, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a get money, nigga, I'ma get money

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
What the fuck is up? Keep a pistol in the tuck
Sipping on that cup, that shit kick you in the butt
Might get a fiancée, but my bitch ain't in a rush
Shout out Eliantte, know my neck and wrist is bust
Baby this is Prada, yeah she do it for the dolla
Girl where you get that ass from? She get it from her mom
These niggas talking that ra-ra shit but they don't want no drama
We pulling up with hollow tips, I put that on my mama
He fucking all the hoes, he be putting on them clothes
He rock the Gucci loafers when he cooking on the stove
A lotta, lotta smoke, if you don't want it, hold your nose
Ten piece with the blue cheese, that's a bankroll, oh