E-40

Get Money or Get Lost

The way they made me, I could never be cotton

Won't tell a hoe what I know, I slap a bitch with my dough

I tell her get up out my mix, sour cock-hoe bitch

If some shit go down, you'll be the first to snitch

I'm a bonafide barbarian, out the Seven-Oh-Sev

By any means necessary, get that bread

Just smoked a turkey-bag of broccoli, and I'm off of that fluid

Niggas wanna pop me, but I can't let 'em do it

He Thundercat trainer, trained Thundercats to go

A pro at gettin' doe, he a GoPro

I wrote a letter to myself when I was six-and-a-half

One day I'll be sittin' on a big pile of cash

I pop my P's and she fell for the okie-dokie

Took her to miniature golf and karaoke

He did the bitch wrong, I did her right

She gave me some dome, I laid the pipe

Get it right, don't get it wrong

Me and broke don't get along

I broke up with being broke

I cut that bitch off, get money or get lost

Get money (get money) get money or get lost

Bitch, this another muthafuckin' no doubter

I'm in my off-white Charger, clam chowder

Fuckin' around on my smartphone, on my browser

Bringin' home a thousand bucks an hour

He a yesterday nigga, I'm a right-now nigga

He holdin' on to the past, I'm holdin' on to some cash

I'm makin' my moves, and I'm doin' it fast

Gotta get in and get out, if you expectin' to last

My little nigga be rappin', and he about his dough

His beats be slappin' like he dominoes

He from the streets, the tar, the gravel

But he can put them words together like Scrabble

Comin' around the corner with the blapper

Marijuana aroma smoke and laughter

She told me she diggin' me like a tractor

These earrings in my ear might have attracted her

Get it right, don't get it wrong

Me and broke don't get along

I broke up with being broke

I cut that bitch off, get money or get lost

Get money (get money) get money or get lost

Bitch!

Get lost