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Cyhi The Prynce

Genres: Hip-Hop

Get Yo Money Lyrics - Cyhi The Prynce

It's one in the same as muscle, you're a great hustler, ya dig? 

And you gotta keep it playa all the time, man 

You ain't even gotta keep it G 

You got too many gangsters on your team with you (CyHi!) 

What's crazy, is real live spots 

It don't be no dope on Sundays, or thots 

Because that's when them folks sliding through 

Them they main days, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays 

So you either pick yo days or pick yo battles right, cuz 

Shit, nigga look up and be lost 

People straight just moving and smuggling 

All you gotta do is make sure that shit hit that safe 

And you gon have a bank roll to put in 

 

Get your money and get out the game 

Get your money and get out the game 

Get your money and get out the game 

Get your money... 

 

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I'm from the home of the Georgia peach 

We had to call Meech if you wanted to order keys 

Our blow was from Miami (whew!) enjoy the Florida breeze 

Got a Zo' pound and broke it down to all quarter P's 

Don't run off with the pack, my nigga, we used to torture thieves 

Immigrant killers, huh, I think they Portuguese 

And y'all lookin' like some sittin' ducks just a porch of geese 

At 17, I was on the run with a fugitive 

All he gave me was game and I kept it like it a souvenir 

I swear I seen them things come, whiter than some new veneers 

I was supposed to be in school, I think it's like my junior year 

Cadillac Coupe DeVille, he said, "Remember three rules 

First you 'gon need a tool and if you pull it, shoot to kill 

Never shit where you lay, don't bring that work to the crib 

Clique full of killers, that means you got a weak crew 

You need some corporate gangsters, 

Just can't have a bunch of street dudes 

Never gang-bang but I can call 'em if I need to 

My homies was crippin' so hard, all they eat is seafood 

Had a manager named Bellow, he used to teach me Kung-Fu 

It was ironic 'cause I had to call him Sifu 

Boy I'm dope, you should put the lighter on the teaspoon 

All I know is drug-lords, kingpins, street cats 

Funny I'm all of them niggas rehab 

Fuck around and relapse when I hear this beat slap 

Just on Briarcliff Road alone, I was servin' like three traps 

I was deep in the game, I'm talkin' to my knee caps 

If a cutie was a mile, I just served a nigga three laps 

I be nervous when I rap cause I be thinking the beat tap-pin' 

You and your dogs is all bark, I'm talkin' tree sap 

 

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Dig this, man sharpen man like steel sharpens steel, understand me? 

Check this out cuz, every nigga think he the slickest thing moving 

'Til he gets washed in the game 

 

Get your money and get out the game (get money!) 

Get your money and get out the game 

Get your money and get out the game (get money!) 

Get your money (dollar, dollar bill!) 

 

Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, block robbers 

Outsiders, box riders, God got us 

Dodge Chargers, mob daughters, trap houses 

Fly swatters, dough stoppers, got choppers 

Know mobsters who love murder, like soccer 

Light talker, put in work, night walker 

Might off ya, good shooter, knife propper 

Dice dropper, street ties, white collar 

I done seen it all, I was taught by the mob 

When you stop behind the car, give yourself another car length 

Can't let 'em box you in, that's how they did Pac them 

Only trust your friends as far as you can toss them 

And you ain't a boss if you ain't ever took a loss, pimp 

When you in the club leave your pistol on the car rim 

My OG's done retired, that's why the police never caught them 

So get your money and get out, that's the lost gem 

 

See this shit ain't got no love for nobody 

You niggas think you poppin' right now? 

You better have a back-up plan 

Put these fools up on this, CyHi 

There's only three ways out this shit 

Dead, jail or get your legal hustle on 

I'm talkin' car-washes, barbershops, real-estate 

App-stores, gyms, juice, clubs, ranch shops 

Studios, understand me? 

 

Get your money and get out the game (get money!) 

Get your money and get out the game 

Get your money and get out the game (get money!) 

Get your money (dollar, dollar bill!) 

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