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Get'cho Cheese Video (MV)




Performed By: DeeMoney Malone
Length: 2:24
Written by: Darryl Richardson




DeeMoney Malone - Get'cho Cheese Lyrics




I hear that money callin
I see my Niggas ballin
Get'cho cheese
Get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese
Get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese
Get'cho Cheese
Drug Money muthaf*cka DMG
This the shit I used to pray For
Sittin up In mama basement
With a whole lot of weight in
And I Ain't talkin bout no patience
Got a Whole lot of white and I ain't talkin Bout no racist
In a S550 I'm cuttin Up in traffic racin
Mama there go That man
Hoppin in and out of Benzes
F*cked a couple of cousins
I'm hoppin In and out of friendses
Nigga I don't know nothin
Them Niggas gotta do forensics
How you Ain't see nothin
Them two thousand Dollar lenses
Stackz locked up
Moms O.T
Pops In the streets
And Me too cause me and Moe gotta eat
Get my bag
A nigga gotta whip my Half
Probably be dead today if Granny never whipped my ass
Bitch I'm good, never tell a bitch my bad
If She don't wanna suck my dick then She
Can kiss my ass
My niggas be on They Diddy
My niggas makin the Bands
Yo niggas ain't shakin shit
My Niggas ain't shakin hands
I see my Old bitch up in traffic she think I'm Up in a rental
I cut her off so she can
See that paper tag in the window BandMan in the cut
You know he Keep the extendo
Pops told me way Back then nigga f*ck that Nintendo
He said get'cho cheese, get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese
Get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese
Get'cho Cheese
Drug Money muthaf*cka DMG
This the shit I used to pray for
Some now I lay me down to sleep Shit
God watch my friends
Just in Case I ain't peep shit
Drug Money Drippin
The mafia but it ain't Three Six
Drug Money Drippin
We hit the Mall don't need no pieces
Do pink Slips
We don't never do no leases
Do The most
We don't never do the Least bitch
I'm so greedy
I get in This booth and eat shit
She so Greedy
She eat a bean and then she Eat dick
Big bands on me
That's What got yo bitch hands on me
Two Drum clips I feel like I got a band on Me
Get my bag, hold up let me get in My bag
Whip my ass, you gon have To whip my mag
Tryna grab a Ghost Like Danny parents or like Valerie
Trap a bird box and I got boy and Girl like Malorie
I be God damn if I Be slavin for a salary
When poppa Always told me nigga muthaf*ck a Salad Dee
Get'cho cheese get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese get'cho Cheese
Drug Money muthaf*cka DMG
Get'cho cheese get'cho cheese
Bitch hit'cho knees, hit'cho knees
Til I say bitch I'm pleased
Bitch I'm Pleased
Drug, muthaf*cka DMG
I Hear that money callin
I see my Niggas ballin
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I hear that money callin
I see my Niggas ballin
Get'cho cheese
Get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese
Get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese
Get'cho Cheese
Drug Money muthaf*cka DMG
This the shit I used to pray For
Sittin up In mama basement
With a whole lot of weight in
And I Ain't talkin bout no patience
Got a Whole lot of white and I ain't talkin Bout no racist
In a S550 I'm cuttin Up in traffic racin
Mama there go That man
Hoppin in and out of Benzes
F*cked a couple of cousins
I'm hoppin In and out of friendses
Nigga I don't know nothin
Them Niggas gotta do forensics
How you Ain't see nothin
Them two thousand Dollar lenses
Stackz locked up
Moms O.T
Pops In the streets
And Me too cause me and Moe gotta eat
Get my bag
A nigga gotta whip my Half
Probably be dead today if Granny never whipped my ass
Bitch I'm good, never tell a bitch my bad
If She don't wanna suck my dick then She
Can kiss my ass
My niggas be on They Diddy
My niggas makin the Bands
Yo niggas ain't shakin shit
My Niggas ain't shakin hands
I see my Old bitch up in traffic she think I'm Up in a rental
I cut her off so she can
See that paper tag in the window BandMan in the cut
You know he Keep the extendo
Pops told me way Back then nigga f*ck that Nintendo
He said get'cho cheese, get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese
Get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese
Get'cho Cheese
Drug Money muthaf*cka DMG
This the shit I used to pray for
Some now I lay me down to sleep Shit
God watch my friends
Just in Case I ain't peep shit
Drug Money Drippin
The mafia but it ain't Three Six
Drug Money Drippin
We hit the Mall don't need no pieces
Do pink Slips
We don't never do no leases
Do The most
We don't never do the Least bitch
I'm so greedy
I get in This booth and eat shit
She so Greedy
She eat a bean and then she Eat dick
Big bands on me
That's What got yo bitch hands on me
Two Drum clips I feel like I got a band on Me
Get my bag, hold up let me get in My bag
Whip my ass, you gon have To whip my mag
Tryna grab a Ghost Like Danny parents or like Valerie
Trap a bird box and I got boy and Girl like Malorie
I be God damn if I Be slavin for a salary
When poppa Always told me nigga muthaf*ck a Salad Dee
Get'cho cheese get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese get'cho Cheese
Get'cho cheese get'cho Cheese
Drug Money muthaf*cka DMG
Get'cho cheese get'cho cheese
Bitch hit'cho knees, hit'cho knees
Til I say bitch I'm pleased
Bitch I'm Pleased
Drug, muthaf*cka DMG
I Hear that money callin
I see my Niggas ballin
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Writer: Darryl Richardson
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