Get Money - Jae Millz

Ay, let’s do it!

RIP, BIG

Wanna sip Rose in my new condo

Play PS4 with mac can see…

Pick up my iPhone, try to crack the task code

Get loud till I get in, and I bust your ass mode

The truth… smoke on my weeds

That’s.

pussies singing in middle Z

Now check it!

If another nigga fuck, you better make 'em pay

Bring 'em back to daddy

And pick up some take out on the way

Yeah, my flow nice like a sunny day

And … in the middle of May

Me and my team used to smoke the goons and pray

And the way we seem them haters, the money get in the way

Mills in this bitch, New York city, I got this!

I plan this, pacify whoever they say the hot is (real talk)

Rest in peace, Christopher Wallace

I’m still getting them dollars

Cubans sit on them… on them collars

Still we’re eating like we hit the lotto

I do the chick, and Marcel and my lady do the lobster and muscatto

All that and a bottle of dark pin

Niggas get on me, I keep it on me

Arms be under the arm rest in arm’s reach

Ain’t nobody throwing punches, so fuck your arm speed!

Check, I love 'em!

Problems with my wife, don’t discuss them

Shit like that ain’t up for discussion

Niggas social media ain’t beefing like you can’t touch 'em

Every rapper odd till they wake up from a contusion

So I live in the club with me, and you stared fussing

Nah, you ain’t flipping that at all, we call that cuffing

I’mma ball till I die, bitch!

My closet only hang with fly shit

My passport tear it up, yeah, I fly big

And being myself forever on that damn white shit, yeah!

Call the gang, bitch

Jae Millz, bitch!

Get money!