Get Rich

Tyga

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Have it, you really gotta have it

Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars at the crib, gotta have it
Uh, and this your song if you a bad bitch
One time I’ma show you how to get rich
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars at the crib, gotta have it
Uh, and this your song if you a bad bitch
One time I’ma show you how to get rich
Show you how to get rich, show you how to get rich
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars at the crib, gotta have it

Auggh, I ain’t fucking with no plain Janes
Getting head on the plane, call it head space
Need legs space, making me shake
She will twerk it all night, she gonna a break
Auhg, got… the big bang
Trade hoes like pass me the coach's name
T-Raww gang, nigga last king
Nigga hating cause I'm ballin, telling more shame
Rack city triple x 10 mil, baby
Used to be balling, now I’m Bill Gating
Hater shot bitch cause I’m inpatient
Live your life like a king and it’s so amazing

Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars at the crib, gotta have it
Uh, and this your song if you a bad bitch
One time I’ma show you how to get rich
Show you how to get rich, show you how to get rich
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars at the crib, gotta have it

Uh, 9th grade used to play hookey
Told your bitch I’ll pass when I drop the pussy
I don’t need your pussy, I get too much pussies
Fucked her in the kitchen, kept the food cooking
Augh, 22 young millionaire
Crib in Bel Air, all the bitches stare
T T-rawws on you should cop a pair
No house phone cause I’m never there
I fucked her best friend and I saw love
Cause I get her best friends all in the club
Niggas pulled up, bitches all drugged
And now she wanna do it is fuck with a dawg