get money or get lost
Singer:e-40
won't tell a hoe what i know
i slap a bitch with my dough
i tell her get up out my mix
you'll be the first to snitch
just smoked a turkey-bag of broccoli
and i'm off of that fluid
but i can't let 'em do it
trained thundercats to go
i wrote a letter to myself when i was six-and-a-half
one day i'll be sittin' on a big pile of cash
i pop my p's and she fell for the okie-dokie
took her to miniature golf and karaoke
me and broke don't get along
i broke up with being broke
get money get money or get lost
get money get money or get lost
get money get money or get lost
get money get money or get lost
this another muthafuckin' no doubter
i'm in my off-white charger
fuckin' around on my smartphone
bringin' home a thousand bucks an hour
he holdin' on to the past
i'm holdin' on to some cash
my little nigga be rappin'
his beats be slappin' like he dominoes
but he can put them words together like scrabble
comin' around the corner with the blapper
marijuana aroma smoke and laughter
she told me she diggin' me like a tractor
these earrings in my ear might have attracted her
me and broke don't get along
i broke up with being broke
get money get money or get lost
get money get money or get lost
get money get money or get lost
get money get money or get lost