[Hook: x4] Get Money, Get Cash Let Them Haters Hate [Verse 1: Romeo] I live for good cream The fens they want me I'm not cooked coke But I feed the dope
Перевод: Ромео. Get Money.
(feat. C-Los) [Hook: x4] Get Money, Get Cash Let Them Haters Hate [Verse 1: Romeo] I live for good cream The fens they want me I'm not cooked coke
was tryna get wit you but I was really lookin at your friend (I really want the digits from your friend) [2nd verse] When i pulled up the light was red Romeo
m only ya son I told you one day I'll get you a home But I didn't know it would possibly be in Rome She told me don't wait on nobody Get your own,
Don't stop get it, get it, make your body get low wit it) She know what time it is (Don't stop get it, get it, make your body get low wit it) (R)-Ladies
you A Popeyes bitch, you the type to get some money go spend it on some boots, Save just enough for some douche for ya cooch, it ain't about money You
caught up in the crossfire The live wire, leak a nigga like a vampire My empire roll rimz and tirez Either get with us, forget us and get behind us, muh
I've been to London, been to Paris Australia and Rome There's sexy boys in every city But they're not what I want Some got money, some got fame Some
had a sister cute as fuck that liked this older cat. That had control over the hood, but never sold a pack. The family needing money, asking him if he get
t see none, You made it rain where, I don't see a one, Go on get it off, that's what they like to hear, Get your money pimp, we don't fight it here, It
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Tryna get our head rights, get this money
Oh no you thought I was tryna get with you But I really was lookin' at your friend Stop thinkin' people's on your jock Tryna act like you got money
the Q Wood brand new, size 22 shoe Use your money, don't let your money use you I got crews view, you know the usual My life's beautiful, my pockets full of bread Get
hos And if you ain't fuckin' I say, "Later" to you ho's So if you bitches gotta plot You better get gonna get shot fuckin' with Short Dawg Bitches keep
he?s Merlin Whirlwind, powder makes your World spin Learn from OG?s, Alpha Romeo?s and Sterling Updated that, upgraded that Suffocation blue, in the inside?s potato sacks Yeah, talk money
in San Francisco Dance all night in Rome I go any freakin' place I want to And my Lear jet brings me home I got ladies by the dozens I got money by
