Get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Can't move too slow, won't have a move no more
I used to be a friendly type, dat ain't the mood no more
Dese niggas all want my pockets
Cuz I need it all, I see it all in my pocket
So I gotta roll out, can't just ball from da pocket
Yeah I gotta Lamar it, lil' nigga harder, & really da biggest baller
Dis here ain't a semi auto, we keep at it, dat rat-a-tat-tat
Tell dem niggas back back, in bat black we blat-blat
Don't miss that target, dead on a dollar, I spot it
And f*ck all that u talkin dem Billion up boys call it
We here to finish shit, even if we ain't start it
Dey tell me to keep it modest, I'd much rather keep it honest
We got moves dey ain't seen (Hell yea)
Hell yea might turn ya hoe into a fiend (Hell yea)
Make a movie every time we on da scene (Hell yea)
Wit the
Get money, moves (Yeah, hell yeah)
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Yeah
She know I want her but she really know I want the loot
She know they want me why she always tryna get the scoop
I hope she chill so I don't have to give her ass the boot, poof
I touch the sky, that nigga on the roof
Sounds like a easy decision, what to choose (Yeah)
Young nigga he got vision, he won't lose (Yeah)
These bitches all on go, they on cruise
Aye, nothing play about (Yeah)
I need my full amount (Yeah)
Send it to my account (Yeah)
I wanna take you down, even though niggas up
I hustle need no luck
Turn you to my lil' slut, wussup
I know she gone choose if I bend the rules, that's the game
They hoping I lose but I never do, I get paid
I can play a fool by playing the fool
Nigga, I'm not what you used to, my pockets is full too
I make them
Get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
The Pace - Monopoly (feat. BillionUpUno & Todd Swift) Lyrics
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Get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Can't move too slow, won't have a move no more
I used to be a friendly type, dat ain't the mood no more
Dese niggas all want my pockets
Cuz I need it all, I see it all in my pocket
So I gotta roll out, can't just ball from da pocket
Yeah I gotta Lamar it, lil' nigga harder, & really da biggest baller
Dis here ain't a semi auto, we keep at it, dat rat-a-tat-tat
Tell dem niggas back back, in bat black we blat-blat
Don't miss that target, dead on a dollar, I spot it
And f*ck all that u talkin dem Billion up boys call it
We here to finish shit, even if we ain't start it
Dey tell me to keep it modest, I'd much rather keep it honest
We got moves dey ain't seen (Hell yea)
Hell yea might turn ya hoe into a fiend (Hell yea)
Make a movie every time we on da scene (Hell yea)
Wit the
Get money, moves (Yeah, hell yeah)
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Yeah
She know I want her but she really know I want the loot
She know they want me why she always tryna get the scoop
I hope she chill so I don't have to give her ass the boot, poof
I touch the sky, that nigga on the roof
Sounds like a easy decision, what to choose (Yeah)
Young nigga he got vision, he won't lose (Yeah)
These bitches all on go, they on cruise
Aye, nothing play about (Yeah)
I need my full amount (Yeah)
Send it to my account (Yeah)
I wanna take you down, even though niggas up
I hustle need no luck
Turn you to my lil' slut, wussup
I know she gone choose if I bend the rules, that's the game
They hoping I lose but I never do, I get paid
I can play a fool by playing the fool
Nigga, I'm not what you used to, my pockets is full too
I make them
Get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Can't move too slow, won't have a move no more
I used to be a friendly type, dat ain't the mood no more
Dese niggas all want my pockets
Cuz I need it all, I see it all in my pocket
So I gotta roll out, can't just ball from da pocket
Yeah I gotta Lamar it, lil' nigga harder, & really da biggest baller
Dis here ain't a semi auto, we keep at it, dat rat-a-tat-tat
Tell dem niggas back back, in bat black we blat-blat
Don't miss that target, dead on a dollar, I spot it
And f*ck all that u talkin dem Billion up boys call it
We here to finish shit, even if we ain't start it
Dey tell me to keep it modest, I'd much rather keep it honest
We got moves dey ain't seen (Hell yea)
Hell yea might turn ya hoe into a fiend (Hell yea)
Make a movie every time we on da scene (Hell yea)
Wit the
Get money, moves (Yeah, hell yeah)
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Yeah
She know I want her but she really know I want the loot
She know they want me why she always tryna get the scoop
I hope she chill so I don't have to give her ass the boot, poof
I touch the sky, that nigga on the roof
Sounds like a easy decision, what to choose (Yeah)
Young nigga he got vision, he won't lose (Yeah)
These bitches all on go, they on cruise
Aye, nothing play about (Yeah)
I need my full amount (Yeah)
Send it to my account (Yeah)
I wanna take you down, even though niggas up
I hustle need no luck
Turn you to my lil' slut, wussup
I know she gone choose if I bend the rules, that's the game
They hoping I lose but I never do, I get paid
I can play a fool by playing the fool
Nigga, I'm not what you used to, my pockets is full too
I make them
Get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Only chill to hit a blunt or 2
Probably chillin if she f*ckin too
Then I'm paper chasin, she must get the boot
For the get money, moves
Writer: Todd Hathcock, Tommy Yancey III
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid