» intro
Wah Gwan, Que Tal? Que Lo Que?
Bonjour? Yeah.... Unghhh.....
I+ , I+ , I+
Dont Wanna See Nobody Up In My Money
Cash Mon'ey... Cash Mon'ey...
» Chorus 1
Get It! Get It! Yeah+
I don't wanna see no haters or no losers or snakes
In my monies+
back Back (( monies+ ))
Just back Back (( in my monies+ ))
Just Back Back, Gimme 50 Feet Of Space
Get It! Get It! Yeah+
I don't wanna see no diggas or no hoes or no bustas
In my monies+
back Back (( monies+ ))
Just back Back (( in my monies+ ))
Just Back Back, Gimme 50 Feet Of Space
» verse 1
now here we go again... yes another hater song
in 2000 and 9, WHY can we just get along
got these cats that hate to see another brotha get stacks
but i'mma still get mine, you can bet it all on that
I'm laid back, and trying to get a little steak fat
2008 had the world on slim fast
so of course haters hating... a lot of green eyes
but no matter what they feel, homie I'mma get mine
I was born with the game... i was bred for bread
i take a loaf and flip it until the whole family is fed
and i don't fear feds... I wanna know their every moves
they made the rules, so learning that, imagine all to do
I'm in the fast lane... i'm pushing 600
and this aint' diesel money, I'mma star to the black market
I'm ice cold, pricleess, to this rap game that's lifeless
cause people so afraid to say something close to righteous
» Chorus 2
Get It! Get It! Yeah+
I don't wanna see no haters or no losers or snakes
In my monies+
back Back (( monies+ ))
Just back Back (( in my monies+ ))
Just Back Back, Gimme 50 Feet Of Space
Get It! Get It! Yeah+
I don't wanna see no diggas or no hoes or no bustas
In my monies+
back Back (( monies+ ))
Just back Back (( in my monies+ ))
Just Back Back, Gimme 50 Feet Of Space
» verse 2
i had a left father and my mother understood me
so growing up, seeing wrong, taught me all I should be
and in the end, got a chick, who probably loved my jewelry
kicked her to the curb but to get money, used a jury
trying to make a come up cause she broke just like her man
she told me she had my son to keep a check bankin' plan
but then I found out, I ain't on the birth records
so how the state charge me - is the only thing I question
I'm 25 and stressin, over money, hoes, and weapons
I never brandish mine unless I feel i need protection
All the talkers is talk, I can recognize the walk
the eyes of a murder man who is about causing chalk
i got my stride right, fresh nikes, I am strollin'
neva heard about me but yezzir I am holdin
from the strip that's Golden, another one that's molded
i watched KG now i see my time, I am chosen
» Chorus 3
Get It! Get It! Yeah+
I don't wanna see no haters or no losers or snakes
In my monies+
back Back (( monies+ ))
Just back Back (( in my monies+ ))
Just Back Back, Gimme 50 Feet Of Space
Get It! Get It! Yeah+
I don't wanna see no diggas or no hoes or no bustas
In my monies+
back Back (( monies+ ))
Just back Back (( in my monies+ ))
Just Back Back, Gimme 50 Feet Of Space
» verse 2
forget the fast cars, the trickin and all the hoes
the gun metal shades, iced jewels, and all the clothes
see this is who you chose, most got no swagger
but fools see labels and rock wit' it like Jagger
I'm cool like a chill, set my future like wills
rarely catch me bugged like a new car grill
a quarter up the hill, where up top there is mils
caught 250 coming down, so i know its all real
now tell me who you wit', as I mack like Goldie
Similiar to fire, man was not born to hold me
i'm quick with the thoughts, cause life is a true pleasure
i say what i feel at the time, its whatever
never catch me slippin, i was born with a grip
only time I fell is when I'm landing on a strip
y'all people don't get it, man i'm too slick like oil
get off the jock, i'mma pop, cause the flow boils
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Song Credits
written by:
C.Khid
year written:
2008
artist(s) featured:
C.KhiD
instrumental by:
White Hot Productions (WHP)
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