Get My Money Up

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, man, real sh*t, n*gga
MONY POWR RSPT, n*gga
I'll never trade all my n*ggas, n*gga
Wasn't raised like that, n*gga

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Fendis, Cartiers and Buscemis on
Feel like a ball player with the Louis Vuitton
Can't make a run without my gun
I'm just kicking back, letting blessings come
These n*ggas don't even know what the f*ck they hating on
Young n*gga came from the slum, I ain't used to have sh*t, n*gga, not a crumb
We ain't have no food when it wasn't Ramadaan
Raised up on Candler, where I get my game from
I treat my n*ggas like we got the same mom
I just hit the studio and brainstorm
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I just wanna run my money up

[Verse 1: Drug
Rixh Hect]
Down bad on my di*k
I ain't even have a crumb
Drug
Rixh came from nothing
Stayed down, then I came back with a big bomb
Serving Panda Express like I'm King Kong
Percs and the cookies, you know what I'm on
Country n*gga came in quick and he gon' stay down for my blessing
Got a quick draw with the Smith & Wesson
Gotta watch out for n*ggas, these n*ggas be telling
On the bullsh*t, but I'm still the dealer
Heard the hood dime bag n*gga turned on they man
Hopped out the whip, put the chopper on my close friend
Drug
Rixh, b*tch, I hate the middleman
Hundred bags came in the trash can
Come get it quick, man, this sh*t going fast, man

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Fendis, Cartiers and Buscemis on
Feel like a ball player with the Louis Vuitton
Can't make a run without my gun
I'm just kicking back, letting blessings come
These n*ggas don't even know what the f*ck they hating on
Young n*gga came from the slum, I ain't used to have sh*t, n*gga, not a crumb
We ain't have no food when it wasn't Ramadaan
Raised up on Candler, where I get my game from
I treat my n*ggas like we got the same mom
I just hit the studio and brainstorm
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I just wanna run my money up

[Verse 2: Drug
Rixh Pe$o]
I came from nothing, got a big bag
Went from nickels, sacks to giving f*ck n*ggas toe tags
MONY POWR RSPT, I just want a hundred cash
Cartier frames with the gold glass
Kick house, whipping up the cold glass
Gold rags stuffed in Buscemi bags
Got a hundred on my neck, I don't need flags
Once I trap it, jugg it, I had to run it up
Ain't no sense in pouring a pint in the double cup
Young n*gga, better get your money up
If I'm your type of sh*t, you know we next up
You try the gang, I'll lit the Draco up
I beat on them drums, make it hiccup
I'm hired for first, deliver the dump truck
A real n*gga, but the gun tucked

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Fendis, Cartiers and Buscemis on
Feel like a ball player with the Louis Vuitton
Can't make a run without my gun
I'm just kicking back, letting blessings come
These n*ggas don't even know what the f*ck they hating on
Young n*gga came from the slum, I ain't used to have sh*t, n*gga, not a crumb
We ain't have no food when it wasn't Ramadaan
Raised up on Candler, where I get my game from
I treat my n*ggas like we got the same mom
I just hit the studio and brainstorm
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I just wanna run my money up