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Gols To Get Money - Horse Shoe Gang
Lyrics by：Horseshoe Gang
Uh gols to get money money money
By enemies I gols to get money money money
'Cause when I was young coming up watching
Gangsters serving them fiends on the corner
They always had the baddest
B***hes fly new whips tuckin' burners
I wanna be a baller baller
I wanna roll up in a 645
Hundred thousand in the trunk even
If I gotta die for it
Woahhhh all my n***as ride with me
Woahhhh just smoke the w**d
Woahhhh ride on a n***a like
It's K-Young Horseshoe put the speakers like
Inglewood to the LBC everybody know about me
This that good s**t that you bump
In your ride turn your speakers up
Speakers up
Lay your seats back and get into the vibe oh
The kush is in my system feeling so high
But no matter how high I get
I never forget to count my chips
Woahhhh
My cliques as thick as my bottom
B***h some hate on the prosperous
So I guess you could say we got medals for our accomplishments
I'm sharp as katana tips as fresh as some kind of mint
Spray the Gabbana it compliments the flavor like condiments
Money money money that's what we talk
Wanna throw your two-cents in but that's cheap talk
Me and my team is finna eat 'til we fed
Us not gettin' cheese is baloney we fiends for the bread
See I'm grown but young enough
To make yo' sweet niece scream
Record it with no PG scenes
And play it on your TV screen
Whole team weakling hold me
Please seek OCD clean
I don't watch what I say
And I don't take s**t back no recallin'
N***as get me ball for talkin' beef often
I'll never go broke I rob
Y'all to keep all of my strap keeps
Ringin' 'cause my n***a keeps callin'
So I ride-ah-ah-ow for the bread
'Til I die-ah-ah-ow
I gots to get money
So if you don't talk money or talk funny
I'm not bilingual n***a I talks money
Woahhhh ride on a n***a like
It's K-Young Horseshoe put the speakers like
Inglewood to the LBC everybody know about me
This that good s**t that you bump
In your ride turn your speakers up speakers up
Lay your seats back and get into the vibe
Ohh
The kush is in my system feeling so high
But no matter how high I get
I never forget to count my chips
Woahhhh
Y'all can read Hustler magazine
But my fam wrote the hustle book
A few chapters from my brother
Mad and brother Crook
It's in my genes to get guap
I'm a big shot like my big Glock
That's in my jeans too
Success is when preparation meets opportunity
Us n***as ain't got reparations
So I refuse to be
Broke we on the money hunt
I throw a stack in the sky to symbolize
Get your money up
I know the biz I'm so business savvy
I'm the real McCoy no diss to Travie
I know you hate our progress
I kill you with my music stick
You with a sharp object
We make figures like Clay where the cash is
I only speak money I talk cash s**t
I'm cut from a gettin' money cloth cashmere
Tell the cashier go and bring the cash here
This COB walkin' in the street music
Flyin' in first class I'm pre-schoolin'
When he movin' through the Beach new Evisus
Louis V shoes and a jeep now
I'm beach cruisin'
Woahhhh ride on a n***a like
It's K-Young Horseshoe put the speakers like
Inglewood to the LBC everybody know about me
This that good s**t that you bump
In your ride turn your speakers up speakers up
Lay your seats back and get into the vibe
Woahhhh
The kush is in my system feeling so high
But no matter how high I get
I never forget to count my chips
Woahhhh