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DUSTY LOCANE – GET MONEY lyrics

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DUSTY LOCANE – GET MONEY lyrics

Grrt grrt, bow
Yeah, y’all know I like to grind for everythin’ I got
Niggas know that
On hood, look
Listen

I spin on his block with a .30
No, stupid nigga, don’t worry
I’ma pull from three like I’m Curry
Then I’m off the scene in a hurry
Go get, money
Don’t talk like you really in the shit that you not
I got a .30, I’m lettin’ it pop
That’s on the gang, no I will not stop, look
Impersonating what y’all doin’
But I ain’t really for the actin’
And you know I’m pistol packin’
Checked in, Locs’, what’s crackin’?
Up the nina on the walk-in
Just so I could see reactions
Listen, I’m blastin’
Listen, I’m blastin’

I call up Zoe Peta on a drill (Yo, where you at?)
Headshot, my niggas shoot to kill (Kill ’em)
Gun blazin’, grippin’ on the steel (On the steel)
Took his life, forgot to write the will (I forgot)
You a dummy if you think you gon’ run up and not get burnt up like the Sun (Get burnt up)
Roll ’em up like a blunt (Like a blunt)
Murder, homicide for the fun
I know your bitch loved the back shots
Don’t do missionary when we rump (We ain’t doin’ no missionary)
And when I back out the pole (The pole)
Yeah, that bitch gon’ dump (Dump)
Dump (Dump), dump
Yeah, that bitch gon’ dump (Dump)
Dump (Dump), dump
Yeah, that bitch gon’ dump (Rrr)
Wanna get with me, but shit could get sticky
She came with the ass, brought her titties (If I could afford that shit)
And I went to Benny for the jewels (What’s crackin’ Benny?)
I don’t follow code, break rules (Break rules)
Neighborhood crip but I’m reppin’ the set, yeah I throw up when I walk up in the room (Hood)
When you hear the click, go boom (Go boom)
Hear the click, go boom (Grrt)

I spin on his block with a .30
No, stupid nigga, don’t worry
I’ma pull from three like I’m Curry
Then I’m off the scene in a hurry
Go get, money
Don’t talk like you really in the shit that you not
I got a .30, I’m lettin’ it pop
That’s on the gang, no I will not stop, look
Impersonating what y’all doin’
But I ain’t really for the actin’
And you know I’m pistol packin’
Checked in, Locs’, what’s crackin’?
Up the nina on the walk-in
Just so I could see reactions
Listen, I’m blastin’
Listen, I’m blastin’

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil
Fear no evil, fear no evil
Fear no evil
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil

I spin on his block with a .30
No, stupid nigga, don’t worry
I’ma pull from three like I’m Curry
Then I’m off the scene in a hurry
Go get, money
Don’t talk like you really in the shit that you not
I got a .30, I’m lettin’ it pop
That’s on the gang, no I will not stop, look
Impersonating what y’all doin’
But I ain’t really for the actin’
And you know I’m pistol packin’
Checked in, Locs’, what’s crackin’?
Up the nina on the walk-in
Just so I could see reactions
Listen, I’m blastin’
Listen, I’m blastin’

Go get, money
Go get, money
Go get, money
Go get, money
Go get, money