I Get Money (Freestyle)

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I Get Money (Freestyle)

Yeah, yeah
I get it, I get it
Yeah, yeah, I love Detroit
I get It, I get it, yeah, yeah

It's no young'n that's lyrical, uncomparable
Mine's is historical, they's is hysterical
Man my bank account is so numerical
I guess because I save like miracles
Oh, they tend to un-lie me, I been paid
Mr. West just signed me
They hoes love my money what I care if they like me
They probably rather have my green poke like palm trees
Ooh yeah, here in-come income
However I end up it'll be with my ends up
Isn't it ironic that the models on the posters that I used to pin up
Is the ones I pin up?
They looking at a ni*** like oh my Jesus
I been a man, bitch, ever since I's a foetus
You bound to go broke trying to match what my fee is
It's evident and clear as a cheer to see that

I get money, money I got
I get It, I get It, yeah, yeah
I Love Detroit
I get it, I get it
GOOD Music

Yo what's up, it's ya boy DJ More Beef
AKA the nuggets in charge, BKA Agoda's favourite DJ
Shout out to finally famous man, GOOD Music in the building
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Gotta blank check so I'mma scribble what I want
Sc-scribble what I want, sc-scribble what I want
Pocket full of money so I'm getting what I want
Getting-getting what I want, getting-getting