Money Man – Get Right Lyrics

Money Man – Get Right Lyrics

Get Right Lyrics By Money Man

[Intro]
(Yung Lan on the track)

[Chorus]
Me and my bros used to share clothes
Make a film with a ho like the BangBros
I get ’em cheap in Daygo
They drop ’em off, pay ’em back pronto
Where I’m from, niggas kill over hunchos
Swoop in on the prey like a hawk, Mutombo
I’m in the spot with the Texas Instrument, servin’ the custos
We might get mold poisoning, servin’ out all these bandos
Had to get right, get right, get right, get right, get right
Had to get right, get right, get right, get right, alright

[Verse]
We in the meth lab, we need a mask on from the fumes in it
Lucid Air don’t need fuel in it, this the dark side, we do cruel business
Uppin’ the pound when it’s static, I let it loose sporadic
Blue coupe on a Wednesday same color Orlando Magic, okay
I shoot a movie with a bitch, love the way she use her tongue
Watch a grown man get shredded when we use a drum
Got a African feedin’ me info
Stickin’ dick in a fine-ass bimbo
These are real bullets, not paintballs
Scam the whole country like Madoff
Diamonds sunny, Sahara
Benz trucks and Panameras
Flooded piece, a hundred karat
Heavy neck, I got sore
Red bottoms when I walk
I’m leavin’ blood on the floor
The streets cold as the Arctic
Ain’t no love here no more
Had to improve my status, they ain’t wanna come and support a nigga
I’m with some Portland sprouters, had to ignore the doubters
I ain’t show no mercy when I smash, I fucked the juices out her
Love the way that she talk, shawty got an accent
Yeah, I’m bustin’ down these bags, I’m just doin’ fractions
Got backends, got backends, got backends, okay
Switchin’ currency, I’m havin’ euros
Swipe a card in a car that’s from Turo
Number one, I’m the numero uno

[Chorus]
Me and my bros used to share clothes
Make a film with a ho like the BangBros
I get ’em cheap in Daygo
They drop ’em off, pay ’em back pronto
Where I’m from, niggas kill over hunchos
Swoop in on the prey like a hawk, Mutombo
I’m in the spot with the Texas Instrument, servin’ the custos
We might get mold poisoning, servin’ out all these bandos
Had to get right, get right, get right, get right, get right
Had to get right, get right, get right, get right, alright
Alright