Get Money Girl versuri

Versuri Latto – Get Money Girl lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, Trina, I wanna ask you, hey, what do you think about these ballers there? I know y’all got ballers in Miami
What you think about these ballers in the ATL, baby?
I mean, I look at ‘em all the same all over the world
I mean, you only could ball for so long, I’m a baller, so I don’t really care ‘bout no baller
I need all my bitches who get money to the front (10-4, 10-4, hmm)
If you ain’t got a bag, this’ll make you go get one (What you waitin’ on?)
(COUPE)

[Chorus]
I’m a get-money girl, get-money girl (Frr)
Get-money girl, get-money girl
Go get you a bag, sis, get you a bag, bitch
Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad bitch
I’m a get-monеy girl (Money), get-money girl (Monеy, frr)
Get-money girl (Money), get-money girl (Money)
Go get you a bag, sis (Frr), get you a bag, bitch (Bitch)
Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad bitch

[Verse 1]
Hatin’ hoes don’t like me (Bitter)
But all the lesbos wanna dyke me (Scissor)
Could pull a million out, won’t even notice (Frr, figures)
Goin’ broke is very unlikely (Never)
Cameras out when I’m with my sister (My sister)
They keepin’ up with us like Kylie (Like Kylie)
Latto is a real pin pusher (Facts)
It’s me behind these bars like Rice Street (Relax)
These niggas be some cheetahs like my panties (My panties)
These bitches need a chair, they can’t stand me (Ho, sit down)
This Rolex on my wrist don’t tick-tock (Tss, tss)
But I gets to the bag, Yo Fancy (Bitch, I’m a)

[Chorus]
I’m a get-money girl, get-money girl (Frr)
Get-money girl, get-money girl
Go get you a bag, sis, get you a bag, bitch
Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad bitch
I’m a get-money girl (Money), get-money girl (Money, frr)
Get-money girl (Money), get-money girl (Money)
Go get you a bag, sis (Frr), get you a bag, bitch (Bitch)
Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad bitch

[Verse 2]
I’m runnin’ up a bag, I got stamina (Go)
She in the house hurt like she’s Tamela (Broke)
These jeans huggin’ on me like they miss me (Woah)
Bitch, I don’t need a tailor like Olandria (No)
This nigga thought that I was playin’ games (But I ain’t)
‘Til I went up on ‘em like I did Jermaine (Rap Game)
South of France, but I came from self-claim (On a plane)
I.AM.GIA on my clothes and my chain (GIA)
I only get along with a get-money girls (That’s all)
Big Mama booked all around the world (Five hundred thou’)
I be stiff on a nigga, hit the Heisman (Baow, baow)
Say he a get-money nigga, but he lying (Bitch, I’m a)

[Chorus]
I’m a get-money girl (Yeah), get-money girl (Yeah, frr)
Get-money girl, get-money girl
Go get you a bag, sis, get you a bag, bitch
Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad bitch
I’m a get-money girl (Money), get-money girl (Money, frr)
Get-money girl (Money), get-money girl (Money)
Go get you a bag, sis (Frr), get you a bag, bitch (Bitch)
Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad bitch