LOM Rudy - I Get Money Lyrics

      

I Get Money
by LOM Rudy

Verse 1: LOM Rudy
In B.C., nigga
I get paper, like six digits
I ain't going, no ?
You be pouring, I'm just sipping
Yeah, they ? I'm just pimpin
I don't show it, I just get it
I be knowing if they hit it
Cost 200 for my verses, I bust watches, I buy perses
I bought ? know my way
To that paper, know my way
I make thousands off mistakes
Money there, I'm on my way
I be quiet, can't know my Business
Buy new bodies, I buy inches
I tell bitches that I love them
I be lying, I'm so ?
Always see you at the club, I never see you at the bank
I don't sell nothing in the city, I send my shit out of state
I heard that y'all ran out of pape, I run ? out of shape
I be in rooms with hella pape, they don't got M's, I'm out of place

Chorus: LOM Rudy
Stupid bitch, I get money, I fuck bitches
I get money, I fuck bitches
I get money, I fuck bitches
I fuck bitches
I fuck bitches

Verse 2: Pretty Brayah
Pretty
I get money, I trick niggas
Real life Pretty, not just pictures
I don't chase them, like my liquor
I don't clame him, not my nigga
Where your money? Let me spend it
Dick too little, like his ?
Why you snitching? I'm offended
He can't see me, like I'm tinted? in my city, children watch me like I'm Disney
No security, just a glizzy
Spinned your nigga, now he dizzy
Pull up, eat me like I'm Wendys
I'm a dime, she's a penny
Hoes is ? so they envy
Young and turnt, in my 20's

Chorus: Pretty Brayah
I get money, I trick niggas
I get money, I trick niggas
I get money, I trick niggas
I trick niggas
I get money, I trick niggas
I trick niggas