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get me some mo - dcth4g lyrics

[chorus]
i had to hop out the whip and go get me some more
got your b*tch in the back poppin’ ass at the store
got them racks in the back, got the cash just to blow
i’ma walk with a bag, yeah, this cash, i’ma show
goin’ faster than fast, do the dash, never slow
i’ma get me that money, i stay in that mode
n*ggas say that they real, but i know that they hoes

[verse 1]
n*ggas, they say that they real, but they not
n*ggas really get scared when i pull up with glocks
got your b*tch in the back and she said she gon’ pop
i don’t stay in the sun, but a n*gga been hot
i don’t stay in the sun, but a n*gga been bakin
i got all of this guap, n*gga, know that i’m cakin
like i’m runnin’ from cops to the bag, i’ma chase it
these n*ggas wan’ copy my stylе, they gon’ trace it
them n*ggas, thеy tryna keep up, better pace it
i really blow up, i go to better places
new b*tch every day, i’m seein’ better faces
i run to the bag, they said, you better make it
you know i’m gon’ do it, i do what i say
goin’ fast, never break, in the back with some k’s
in the back with the mac, we attackin’ your place
yeah, this sh*t is not safe, n*gga better retreat it
n*gga better just run away, get me this money another way, n*gga, i’m finna receive it
can’t do what i do, n*gga, just step to leavin
thank god for my purpose, a n*gga believin
diamonds is drippin, them b*tches not bleedin
diamonds, they drippin’ that motherf*ckin’ water
these n*ggas my sons, but they b*tches, they daughters
got two big bags, threw it up, and i caught it, n*gga
[chorus]
i had to hop out the whip and go get me some more
got your b*tch in the back poppin’ ass at the store
got them racks in the back, got the cash just to blow
i’ma walk with a bag, yeah, this cash, i’ma show
goin’ faster than fast, do the dash, never slow
i’ma get me that money, i stay in that mode
n*ggas say that they real, but i know that they hoes

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m whippin’ it fast, i spin in a benz
i’m flippin’ them bands, i spin for my mans (i spin for my n*ggas)
i’m steppin’ in rick, ain’t f*ckin’ with vans
i got me a b*tch, i’m f*ckin’ a fan
i’m too d*mn hot, i need me some ice
you too d*mn flopped, your ass need a rise
got too much guap, my ass need a ride
so i went to the dealer, and copped me some spinners
got racks on my plate, eat them b*tches for dinner
threw them f*ck n*ggas out on the floor, i’ma litter
yeah, i’m tossin the trash out the motherf*ckin’ window
b*tch gettin’ her freak on, ain’t talkin’ timbo
glock make a n*gga get low, no limbo
n*gga, you broke, take l’s, yo wins low
opp ass n*gga, i call him carl winslow
doin’ the dash, but you n*ggas just been slow
yeah, my n*gga just speed that sh*t up
i got racks in my pocket, them b*tches look stuffed
got the chop in the back, that sh*t callin’ your bluff
i’m the big bad wolf, n*gga, huff and puff
i don’t like these lil’ n*ggas, we crossin’ em out
like i’m hittin’ my dance, n*gga, stompin’ em out
in the motherf*ckin’ crib, gettin’ larger amounts
had to get me some more, n*ggas counted me out, b*tch
[chorus]
i had to hop out the whip and go get me some more
got your b*tch in the back poppin’ ass at the store
got them racks in the back, got the cash just to blow
i’ma walk with a bag, yeah, this cash, i’ma show
goin’ faster than fast, do the dash, never slow
i’ma get me that money, i stay in that mode
n*ggas say that they real, but i know that they hoes

- dcth4g lyrics

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