Get Money - DeJ Loaf, BOLDY JAMES, Benny the Butcher

Trauma Tone

His name is Kino Beats

Got 'em pissed 'bout a MAG

Got 'em pissed, got 'em mad

Yeah, had to get in my bag

In my bag, yeah

Oh, that didn’t think that I could last

Thinking that she’s sweet, I’ll put them killers on your ass

How you from the east and you can’t even get a pat

I hate when lying tigers bare

Heart balling and then, nigga, I’mma spare

Put your wrist in the air

Put your wrist in the air

You gettin' money, they aware

You gettin' money, they aware

It’s a lot of bosses up in here

It’s a lot of bosses up in here

Hit another brick, just like (Woah!)

I fake, then I get dropped in the stand (Drop!)

Ric Flair, been east eagle, I feel it in the air

Put an eagle on your head

They gon' lay eggs and fly

Hope I don’t wake up to my will regret

I woke up with a bottle in my bed

Fuck him 'til the eyes roll to the back of my head

Balling with some niggas that’s 'bout what they said

Put your wrist in the air

Put your wrist in the air

You gettin' money, they aware

You gettin' money, they aware

It’s a lot of bosses up in here (There's a lot of us in this bitch)

It’s a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah)

Cautious of snakes, but often bosses relate

I broke down a quarter of weight on a white porcelain plate

I woke up feeling marvelous today

Y’all think I flossed with this cake but that show money help my dog with his

case

Yeah, I still feel it when I pass through ghettos

Y’all had to settle we turned to family in Griselda

Griselda x Fashion Rebels

Two months in the trap, that’s a May to November run

Real shit, you ain’t a boss 'til you make your nigga run

I hate when lying tigers bare

Heart balling and then, nigga, I’mma spare

Put your wrist in the air

Put your wrist in the air

You gettin' money, they aware

You gettin' money, they aware (Yeah)

It’s a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah)

It’s a lot of bosses up in here (Look)

She know who the boss is, I bounce back from my losses

Bust an AP flawless from that pot and that Faux shit

Mayweather money, beat up them charges

Too much drip that’s why the closet is bigger than your apartment

I give her bad shots 'til I empty my cartridge

Fuck her now on the sink, the pussy drip like the faucet

The pussy nigga kept talking, his life on the line he lost it

It’s pressure then we upping, we ain’t squashing

Machine, bitch

I hate when lying tigers bare

Heart balling and then, nigga, I’mma spare

Put your wrist in the air

Put your wrist in the air

You gettin' money, they aware

You gettin' money, they aware

It’s a lot of bosses up in here

It’s a lot of bosses up in here

Girl I pull a few strings, still love the shit with the Benz

Got fiends in the greens, still want a 2 for 15

Hunty taking pop bottles back to catch a cab to me

Now I give her 5 dollars just to pump the gas for me

On the east catching cells in the 40 210

50 deep on the wheels, we want all them M boxes

Gotta land on the paint so my blood out and bonded

Woo Tatty play with cottons so his molly skin poppin'

Where we at

Put your wrist in the air

Put your wrist in the air

You gettin' money, they aware

You gettin' money, they aware

It’s a lot of bosses up in here

It’s a lot of bosses up in here

Bosses up in here