Get Money Video (MV)

I came up from the gutters wit my brothers
Had to keep my dukes up cuz I ain't really have my mother
I was in the field alone thru that rain and that thunder
Makin plays in the same clothes other niggas would've shuddered
I be on that real shit niggas be out here just bluffin
I be on that pill shit I took his bitch and then I stuffed her
I was in that Hellcat speedin you could hear the muffler
Can't put my heart in no bitch I'll be stupid if I cuffed her
I was in the trap with the oven on for sum heat
Used that oven in the trap to whip shit put it on the street
NV and Rell make dope shit, say put Fano on the beat
Principal never caught me with drugs and that was always are beef
You a pussy nigga f*ck you doin with that Dog Food
Feel like 42 Dugg cuz bitch I be countin all blues
My gang takin home the trophy yall gang can all lose
Still hurt to see Reggie's face plastered all over the news
I ain't gonna kap when I was in the pen I had a pen and pad
Typical hood nigga mom left, dead dad
I was focused on sum pussy I forgot about the bag
Got my shit straight instead of my toes now my shoes they be tagged
I started to get bread now these niggas be actin funny
Started gettin cheese now these rats be steady tryna f*ck me
I grinded for this aint shit have to do with bein lucky
Biggie told me since I was a jit to F*ck Bitches, Get Money

F*ck Bitches, Get Money
Count Fifties, Count Hunnids
F*ck Bitches, Get Money
Count Fifties, Count Hunnids
F*ck Bitches, Get Money
Count Fifties, Count Hunnids
F*ck Bitches, Get Money
Count Fifties, Count Hunnids
F*ck Bitches, Get Money
Count Fifties, Count Hunnids

Feel Like Lil Joker Hunnids and Fifties Over Bitches And Titties
F*ck tryna be krispy I'm tryna touch a Milli
I be out the way but I still be up in my city
You can catch me switchin lanes tryna have my girl wimme
Trust and believe I stayed down for my day ones
They finna be all eating wimme when that day comes
Finna have leftovers opps gonna be like Save sum
Get up out my face up it at your face like band class this a big drum
Put my dead opps in a wood and then I spark the blunt
See the red dot it aint good nigga you better go duck
Could've made her bed rock but shit I ain't wanna f*ck
Swear To God I Be smacked as hell it gotta nigga feelin stuck
I wanna make it out da hood instead of leavin in a box
Tired of bein big dawg of my block
Gotta stop Chapo side of me from keep on sellin all these rocks
Get Money F*ck Bitches Nigga that's the main f*ckin plot