Young Chris ft. Rico Love - Get Money Lyrics

Get Money Lyrics by Young Chris ft. Rico Love

[Intro:]
Turn the lights on, yeah!
Turn the lights on, yeah!
Turn the lights on, yeah!
Turn the lights on, yeah!

Hook:
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!

Get it, get it, you love that hoe, I hit it!
You love that ass, I smash
What them boys wanna do, I did it!
Flossy, ripped it, hoe girl, when I get twisted
I’mma get in that ass so good,
I’mma fuck you like I missed it!
That straight Patron I pissed it,
Gotta keep a tough back!
Pull up some futuristic
They’re like, “how much, duck?”
Only pretty girls roll with us,
Gotta lead the duck’s back!
You did it just like you did it
One night to your wife, and you love that!
She don’t wanna work hard (hard)
She just wanna get paid (paid)
She don’t want a relationship
She just wanna get laid (laid)!
Wanna be where it’s sunny and sipping on something
Abandon the ship!
But I got so many bitches that’s waiting in line
I can have me a pussy parade!

Hook:
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!

I think I fell in love with a stripper
A bottle of Patron and some swishers (light up!)
And you know what happened when I’m on the liquor
A nigga might fuck around and kiss her!
(Turn the lights on!)
If you’re fucking with this hoe, better have a lot of dough
If you’s a broke nigga, get a fuck up about the dough.
Know she like that new Channel, that Givanchy, YSL,
All my queen for my queen
Yes, my bitch be fly as hell
Hello, momma! How are you doing?
Where you going, what’s your name,
Where you from?
Fuck with us…
Broke niggas over there,
The whole section looking lame
And you’s the sexy little thing
So I’mma put something in your range!

Hook:
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!

She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!