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G.T.M.F Video (MV)




Performed By: Detroit Juan
Length: 2:24
Written by: Dezjuan Lee




Detroit Juan - G.T.M.F Lyrics




Yeah
Gtmf, Gtmf, Gtmf
Get the money first
Ima go retarded everytime i get up on a verse
Shit im fresh to death none the less put me in a hurse

I say gtmf Get the money first
Ima go retarded everytime i get up on a verse
Shit im fresh to death to none the less put me in a hurse
I aint tryna f*ck i make her stuff then put the bitch to work

I say gtmf get that money first
He aint talking money tell me wtf he talking for
Blowing on cookie you can smell before i spark it up
Looking like money dollar signs when im walking up
Niggas play it crazy gotta read between the lines
All this gold on me dancing like its remember the time
These boyz really actors gotta remember they lines
Only do it for the summer im til december with mines
All this drip btc im sauced up
If a nigga if a nigga try to stop me he get chalked up
Naw you want see me out often i done bossed up
If it aint bout money then you niggas lost us
Gtmf

I say gtmf Get the money first
Ima go retarded everytime i get up on a verse
Shit im fresh to death to none the less put me in a hurse
I aint tryna f*ck i make her stuff then put the bitch to work
I say gtmf Get the money first
Ima go retarded everytime i get up on a verse
Shit im fresh to death to none the less put me in a hurse
I aint tryna f*ck i make her stuff then put the bitch to work
Gtmf

Niggas snitching and switching really f*cking up the rules
Dunc beefing with the smurfs the way he f*cking up them blues
And its a 100 for my grams aint no way that we can lose
I cant let up on this rap i got alot of shit to prove
Yo btc all on my dick cuz the tattoos
I'm in this btc counting slips in the best mood
My whole team eating nigga cuz we stretch food
I ont save hoes I ain't one to rescue
My old btc to clingy can't let go
My young bitch got me creeping thru the backdoor
She say you good here what you need a strap for
Shit i know im good I aint tryna slack though
Lets take a trip on this road go and risk something
Turn arounds let me show you how to flip something
F*ck maintaining babygirl I need big money
Ill stay there baby you just bring the kit for me gtmf
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Yeah
Gtmf, Gtmf, Gtmf
Get the money first
Ima go retarded everytime i get up on a verse
Shit im fresh to death none the less put me in a hurse

I say gtmf Get the money first
Ima go retarded everytime i get up on a verse
Shit im fresh to death to none the less put me in a hurse
I aint tryna f*ck i make her stuff then put the bitch to work

I say gtmf get that money first
He aint talking money tell me wtf he talking for
Blowing on cookie you can smell before i spark it up
Looking like money dollar signs when im walking up
Niggas play it crazy gotta read between the lines
All this gold on me dancing like its remember the time
These boyz really actors gotta remember they lines
Only do it for the summer im til december with mines
All this drip btc im sauced up
If a nigga if a nigga try to stop me he get chalked up
Naw you want see me out often i done bossed up
If it aint bout money then you niggas lost us
Gtmf

I say gtmf Get the money first
Ima go retarded everytime i get up on a verse
Shit im fresh to death to none the less put me in a hurse
I aint tryna f*ck i make her stuff then put the bitch to work
I say gtmf Get the money first
Ima go retarded everytime i get up on a verse
Shit im fresh to death to none the less put me in a hurse
I aint tryna f*ck i make her stuff then put the bitch to work
Gtmf

Niggas snitching and switching really f*cking up the rules
Dunc beefing with the smurfs the way he f*cking up them blues
And its a 100 for my grams aint no way that we can lose
I cant let up on this rap i got alot of shit to prove
Yo btc all on my dick cuz the tattoos
I'm in this btc counting slips in the best mood
My whole team eating nigga cuz we stretch food
I ont save hoes I ain't one to rescue
My old btc to clingy can't let go
My young bitch got me creeping thru the backdoor
She say you good here what you need a strap for
Shit i know im good I aint tryna slack though
Lets take a trip on this road go and risk something
Turn arounds let me show you how to flip something
F*ck maintaining babygirl I need big money
Ill stay there baby you just bring the kit for me gtmf
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Writer: Dezjuan Lee
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