Money chords and lyrics - GRIMM

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
I [Em]gots to get my money,
my shit,
I'ma scratch my cash flow
I'm straight through the front,
fuck the back door
Player with a blunt, stuck in mack mode
Lady on my lung,
what's up with that hoe?
She wacko,
don't fuck with my stack though
If you do, catch a few in
Get the Q to the crew from the capo,
Macmo to Jackmo,
Blast to your cast, no
Put my guns on my buns,
Pullin' all the stuns,
Leavin' all the tongues, we the ones
We're from crumbs in a slum,
Livin' in a dump,
Now we're doin' [F]lunch like a [Em]Trump
Once was a man so broke,
Had no hope and that's no joke
Crump, since my hands hold dope,
The camp so cold,
the man don't know
Don't stand so close to me,
Now I got the feds all over me
Someone said a chicken
head done told police
That I hold them things and I'm folded
You making me, all the money I can burn
[F]Gotta get that money honey,
gotta get that [Fm]fitted baby
You [Em]making me, all the money I can burn
[F]Gotta get that [Em]money honey,
[Fm]gotta get that fitted baby
I want the [Em]bomb and the blow money,
the show money, your money
Take your granny and your hoes money,
no dummy
When it come to the pink juice,
young baby bash me
All about my issue, ain't no love,
ain't no heart
Time stops when I gotta pull these
niggas' whole car
Cause the game fucked up,
man, think about it
Look at all these faggots
talkin' bout being bout it, man
Shut that shit down and have my bread
For a nigga go nuts and have your head
I keep stashes [Fm]up un[Em]
der my mattress
Straight zapped out, man, dawg,
I got to have this on one
Lunatic for my chippers,
[Fm]lord of the [Em]rings
I'm the king of the zippers, all one
Elbows for sale, others got Yale
But I got Clantino
You make me all the money I can [F]burn
Gotta get that money, [Em]honey
[F]Gotta [Fm]get that 5[Em]0, baby
You're makin' me
All the money I can burn
[F]Gotta get that mon[Em]ey, honey
[F]Gotta get that [Em]50, baby
Y 'all can come down swangin'
somethin' big on chrome
I told my woman she better get my dough
It ain't a lazy little ho,
she a hell of a broad
That bird ain't scared to take
a federal charge
Usin' fraud credit cards
in Lord & Taylor stores
She the one that be movin'
all of my weight up north
When I met her, I told [Fm]her
what I [Em]was all about
That girl got on the grind,
I'm a baller now
I'm in love with my money
and I don't think it's gon' change
Got my trunk on fire
while I'm swangin' on blades
You know I stay, I'm out to H -Town
Where we swang, grind,
and we stay drank, I
Blazin' on a pine with my
bitch on the track
Where the money at?
Let me get that stack
I'm a pimp to the bone,
I'm a bonafide player
Lucky Luciano foldin' up big paper
You're makin' me
All the money I can [F]burn
Gotta get that money, honey
Gotta [Em]get that 50, baby
You're makin' me
All the money I can [F]earn
Gotta get that [Em]money, honey
[F]Gotta get that [Em]fitted, baby
Got raided, man
Wait, wait, wait, y 'all got what?
Got raided, gotta make it go, man
Went through my shop,
seized the computers
My safe, my money,
studio equipment
Now what's deal, man?
Man, we can't do nothing
nah, it's on you, partner
Oh, it's me now,
Somebody's talking, man,
it's costing me
Talking? Man, where you get that,
man?
One of them old [Em]weasels, man
C'mon man, this ain't nothing
but a minor setback,
[Em]it ain't as bad as it seems,
What [Em]man, I can [Em]cover that man,
at least until the reports are filed,
[Em]I'll get my lawyers on that,
and in the meanwhile
I'll [Em]still do the deal for you,
I'll have your shit to you
in about 3 days man,
C'mon man, I feel bad enough as it is [Em]man,
And have I ever did you [Em]wrong man,
What you want me to do?
You want me to get you your money back?
can get you your money.
That ain't [Em]nothing though. the money.
I want the dope. Uh huh.
Now if you can give me the D
man we square it up.
Just give me the D man.
Well then we good man.
What you think?
It's all on you man.
You gotta handle up man.
And I'm a handle up man.
When I do I'm a hit you. Yeah.