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Andrew Abejoye - Get The Money Lyrics

If you want the M’s
I’m goin’ to wife her
If you want to pay the price
I’m goin’ to wife her
Go get the bag from the backyard
I sent you for the mission you goin’ to run round

Get the money on my hands
This is the money M’s
Get the money on my hands
This is the money M’s
Get the money on my hands
This is the money M’s
I don’t fuck with no limit
This is the money M’s

Back to where I talk with your bitch who she fuck with
If she tells me back then, please, I’m a fuck with
I’ve been fucking now too late to be worry
I should fly down to LA; I’m a stripper
Fuck hеr, I’m okay (uh)
Now I got the pole
I’m feeling with the polе; now I’m stripped in like a dog
This the money talk, no my niggas ahhh
They try to bust them down like the way they up her uhh
Take the flight down to LA, where I hook with
Arizona is best, in a place where we go quick
I might take M’s, cocaine when I sniff it
This eats the bitch tryin' to play with my Hmm hmmm
Get the gun; money ends; if they want it, come and go
Dirty whyn, with no aims
All the snakes on her boobs
They are talking; all these snitches
With these bitches, who I copy with
I’m a fuck her with no limit
I’m a fuck her with no limit

If you want some M’s
I’m going to wife her
If you want to pay the price
I’m goin' to wife her
Go get the bags from the backyard
I fuck with no limit cos I want her

Get the money on my hands
This is the money M’s
Get the money on my hands
This is the money M’s
Get the money on my hands
This is the money M’s
I don’t fuck with no limits
This is the money M’s


I ride with my Ferarri
Now we gotto be ready
They are talking about SNL
Now they wanna hold me
Pretty back to prison
Now they got busted
Show your muscles mm mmm
This is better mm mmm
Bitches want to do it when they do it; they lead home
Jack watching moans from the mall; it can’t be real real
I put it on pause and say she wants it deep throat
To be talking about that, but Amira never, deep throat
Get it on a pause; it was big and longer
I tell it to get on mm; remember it was 6 way
I give no fuck but my hands till flip in
I flip with the thicks, no nigga try to titi me

If you want it dirty, no, you want it raw
Put it in my grind; they’ll want it wet
Talk about the bitch who’s fucking next
I give no fuck, give no fuck
Who she really meant

If you want the M’s
I’m goin' to wife her
If you wanna pay the price
I’m goin' to wife her
Go get the bags from the backyard
I sent you for the mission you goin' to run round

Get the money on my hands
This is the money M’s
Get the money on my hands
This is the money M’s
Get the money on my hands
This is the money M’s
I don't fuck with no limits
This is the money M’s
Back to where we talk, Mixword all again
Take the bullet off, and she is dead again
What the fuck did you say? Tell me it's a game
I don’t play games; rumors ain’t a game
Who do fuck you tryin' to play with your feelings uhh
Take a break; you'll be resting for 30 round
I don’t do drugs; ask your bitches what’s wrong
Money spilling in the air, tell me what is wrong
60k your bitches Poppin pills for the deal
Now she’s dead. May her soul rest in perfect peace
Take in dat shit, uhh, what’s dat shit, get in dat shit, Yes is that shit


If you want the M’s
I’m goin' to wife her
If you want to pay the price
I’m goin’ to wife her
Go get the bags from the backyard
I sent you for the mission; you go run round