Lyrics:

Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit
Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit, don’t get hit

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah

I know I got money, bitch I flex up
This bitch wanna talk ‘bout racks until I flex up
Got so much money, I could bless someone
Pull up on my plug, I’ma bless him

I just need some bud and fix my tension
I’ve been feelin’ stress in my head, 
Life’s goin’ too fast, I just need to get a fuckin’ chance, 
I wanna do bad, this lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck
(This lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck)

Gang

You wan’ fuck around wit’ me than we can fight about it
I don’t give a fuck about your bitch or who you hang wit’
Know some people wit’ some blicks and they get dangerous
Yeah, all my enemies can suck a dick

I’m the type to fuck your bitch,
You the type that if I see you, I might hit a lick

all my enemies can suck a dick

I’m the type to fuck your bitch,
You the type that if I see you, I might hit a lick

I’ma paint the picture, feel like Van Gogh
Take your fuckin’ money and those fake clothes
I don’t give a fuck, I paint the city red
I don’t give a fuck, I paint the city red

Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about the feds
They tryna lock my homie up for a falsified offense 
Yeah, thought that I was trippin’ when I heard that on my phone, that's my brother 

Talkin’ shit, we got cutters
We got blicks, bullets for supper
If you in that mix, best get cover

Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit
Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit, don’t get hit

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah

I know I got money, bitch I flex up
This bitch wanna talk ‘bout racks until I flex up
Got so much money, I could bless someone
Pull up on my plug, I’ma bless him

I just need some bud and fix my tension
I’ve been feelin’ stress in my head, 
Life’s goin’ too fast, I just need to get a fuckin’ chance, 
I wanna do bad, this lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck
(This lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck)

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