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Supreme Gettin Money

Feat. Jclay, And Swateezy

[Chorus - Supreme]

Ha, you know we we

We gettin money

I'm stackin paper to the ceiling cuz

We gettin money

I got you niggas lookin silly cuz

We gettin money

And all the time we, all the time

We gettin money

[Repeat]

[Verse 1 - JClay]

Loan get the product

Product get the paper

Got that paper and that plastic

So it's haaa to the haters

Ba Baaa to the haters

Fade away, I'm gettin little

Wallet in my pocket

Money in the middle

Watch thangs change

Now she laugh at my riddles

U can't have my bread

But can take this pickle

Make it rain?

No I make it drizzle

Penny, dime, nickel, nickel, ha

I'm cheap ho

That way I keep mo

Money than a free thow

Nigga call me chee-to

Cuz it ain't easy

Yes it is

Oh u got debt?

U need clothes for yo kids?

All man

That's how u live

Tell em Supreme

(Man f..ck them kids)

Ah, that's disrespectful

I feel sorry for you

God gone bless you

And I'm gone party for you

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Supreme]

I talk it like I get it get it

Guilty and I won't get acquitted

Hustling everything in my city

Pimp and I make her pop her titty

Run with them gangsters handling they business

Come on down and pay us a visit

Done sell dope but I'm so dope I promise I'm keeping you lifted

It's no joke I won't go broke

I'm always collecting commission

Roll solo when I hit the store

And I never have a restriction

That's a no no so don't go bro

You can't keep up you need to condition

I need four hoes in a hotel

With no doze that's completing my mission

I'm getting paper

Paper balling like the Lakers

Haters break them off like breakers

And waiters tell them all see you later

I'm a boss I paid the cost for this

So play your roll don't cross me trick

Now pay attention and come and watch me floss a bit

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Swateezy]

I'm throwin 3 stacks no outkast because we do it big boi

That fast cash I earned my stripes, tiger with a bit that Siegfried and Roy

I don't play boy no Hugh Heffner, killin bitches that helter skelter

The roof gone but she give me dome you can say she gave this dude shelter

Damn ya boy special Mr. TakeYoGirlfriend

Take her to my crib she blowin harder then a whirlwind

Bitch it's Slip, Nuff Said

I'm throwin up bread like my stomach upset

Uh, we in this bitch like a c-section

I got a smart phone so I get brain while I'm textin

And she so good with the intellect

So I came to her chin like a turtle neck

[Chorus]

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