Lyrics: Ty Tate
Brought a model
Get get get
Get you some money
Repeat 2x (low whisper)
Hook
We Getting money erryday
You know it’s not gonna change
I gotta Beamer and a Tesla
Right next to my range
Walk in the room
No introducin
Hoes be knowin my name
Pop star shit , you ain’t pop shit
Dese bitches really be lame
Dem Boys be talking bout they ballin
But I’m running the game
I’m in da rover smoking reefer
Diamond swishas no flav
Brought a model she on molly
N Its slime in the bottle
Pushing petal to metal
Rova going full throttle
Cause
I’m doing it
N doing it
&
Doing it well
Free dat nigga kidd earl
He don’t belong in a cell
Brought a model she on molly
N Its slime in the bottle
Pushing petal to metal
Rova going full throttle
Yeah
Get get get
Get you some money
Got a bad lil bitch and she gone bring in it fo me
She on my very last nerve already
Crushing the stogey
Gutta brutta got a glocky
Try to test me he stop you
Like ya really get on my nerves
But I can't resist yo curves
I brought a Glock but it’s in her purse
Pulling up big trucks On Mud
But don’t swerve
I got Gucci on my waist
A fenty face
And pretty furs
I ain’t know I was gone spend it
But my brain just like to splurge
I Got bitches in my whip and on the way
Like what’s the word
I Got bitches in my whip and on the way
Like what’s the word
BRT
We Getting money erryday
You know it’s not gonna change
I gotta Beamer and a Tesla
Right next to my range
Walk in the room
No introducin
Hoes be knowin my name
Pop star shit , you ain’t pop shit
Dese bitches be really be lame
Dem Boys be talking bout they ballin
But I’m running the game
I’m in da rover smoking reefer
Diamond swishas no flav
Brought A Model
She on molly
N it’s Sline in the bottle
Pushing petal to the metal
Rova going full throttle
Cause
I’m doing it
N doing it
&
Doing well
Free dat night kidd earl
He don’t belong in a cell
Brought a model
She on molly
N Its slime in the bottle
Pushing petal to metal
Rova going full throttle
Yeah
Get get get
Get you some money
Got a bad lil bitch and she gone bring in it fo me
She on my very last nerve already
Crushing the stogey
Gutta brutta got a Glock
Try to test me
He stop you
Like ya really get on my nerves
But I can't resist yo curves
I brought a Glock but it’s in her purse
Pulling up big trucks On Mud
But don’t swerve
I got Gucci on my waist
A fenty face
And pretty furs
I ain’t know I was gone spend it
But my brain just like to splurge
I Got bitches in my car whip
And on the way
Like what’s the word
I Got bitches in my whip
And on the way
Like what’s the word
BRT