Don't Get Mad, Get Money

Duration

4:40

Genres

Hip-Hop

Lyrics

I want it all...I want it all That's how I thought as a younggin I just wanna ball Gotta hit that mall and cop me something that I can't afford Maybe them Jordans, yeah these rappers be like dentists they tell me I need to floss Now I wanna be the boss, Cabernet Sauvignon I never smoked a cigar but it looked cool on the stars A young entrepreneur its comin out of my pores I give her standing ovation she gimme round of applause aww Now I'm caught up in that rapper life Got me thinkin I'll pay for it in the afterlife But I done seen these bammas on that ain't half as nice Prolly why I wasn't acting right...acting right Cuz they don't trip when you packin right Take my Chips and them stack em' right Women like a nigga wit money Thats why they be in the hood trappin white And beef be they appetite Prolly strapped with that gat or knife Round my way they keep that thing tucked tucked hermaphrodite Not traffic lights but its all green I guess in one way or another we are all fiends Cash rules everything around me its called C.R.E.A.M. So don't get caught up on the wrong team Hook They like awww....I think they mad that I'm on. Just look at how I weather the storm You see them haters gon hate But we don't talk about em we just get this cake some more Feelin like I'm already home They love it when you all in your zone But if them them haters still hate Next time you see em' just tell em to they face Chorus Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad, get get get money Verse 2 Paper respect paper Dollars respect dollars With them dollars youngins holla that look like Dj Eskada Yeah they badder than a mug tho However bad a mug is... Fresher than that Dougie, but thinkin like Fredrick Douglass Mixed with Warren Buffet, something they aint touchin I cop I cop...I cop I cop, but I'm never cuffin Right? Cuz they aint doin me no damn favors That's why 'm focused on this green like a landscaper Word to my man Vada life is a beach I'm just tryin to get this sandpaper without pullin damn capers I pray to mans maker like dear God would you give this humble man favor If its in your plan thank ya And if not, then we gon struggle till we get it Cuz the blessings in the journey I'll be happy that I did it That's why when them haters hate its so funny I tell em don't get mad get money yeah Hook Oh...I think they mad that I'm on. Just look at how I weather the storm You see them haters gon hate But we don't talk about em we just get this cake some more Feelin like I'm already home They love it when you all in your zone But if them them haters still hate Next time you see em' just tell em to they face Chorus Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad get money Don't get mad, get get get money Oh we about to ball out Just got my check morrow I might call out Like we about to ball out Just got my check tomorrow I might call out.