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Hip hop west coast rap trap modern slow ambient powerful hard dark cool laid back gritty aggressive angry drums 808 sub bass bell steel drums brass male lyrical lyrics vox vocals get that money then I disappear advertising Cool Dark Aggressive Hip Hop Advertising Trap West coast Advertising Contemporary Music Reality TV / Docudrama Songs Sports Confident Cool Hip Hop Pop / Rock / Electro Songs Songs for Ads Sports dramatic E-Sports Vocalist
Lyrics
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyAyy, ayy, ayy, ayyAyy, ayy, ayy, ayyAyy, ayy, ayy, ayyAyy, ayy, ayy, ayyAyy, ayy, ayy, ayyGet that money, then I disappearThen I'm gone, then I'm goneAyy, then I'm gone, ayyGet that money, then I disappearThen I'm gone, then I'm gone, ayyThen I'm gone, ayyI'm countin' money, countin' money, countin' money (Count up)I'm countin' money, countin' money, countin' money (Count up)I'm countin' money, countin' money, countin' money (Count up, ayy, ayy)Get that money, then disappear, ayy, ayyGet over here like Scorpion (get over here)Diamond froze like Sub-ZeroI ain't cuffin' no thot, I ain't no heroSmoke in no OG Cushion, my eyes so low, yeahAyy, I be rockin' with the gang, ayy (gang, gang, gang, gang)Like Tookie Williams, how we bang, ayy (bang, bang, bang, bang)They put us in the chain game, ayy (chain game)Now we sippin' syrup while we do the lane change, ayy (sirp, sirp)She be givin' brains, she is so smartBut she said I was a gangsta and I had to break her heartBoy, what you talkin' about? Wax in the carIf you want it, we gon' pull up, boy, and let the bullets spark, woahWoah, count money over hereAyy, them boys, they so funny over thereAyy, them boys, they lookin' hungry over thereI kept that check and disappearedGet that money, then I disappearThen I'm gone, then I'm goneAyy, then I'm gone, ayyGet that money, then I disappearThen I'm gone, then I'm gone, ayyThen I'm gone, ayyI'm countin' money, countin' money, countin' money, ayy (Count up)I'm countin' money, countin' money, countin' money, ayy (Count up)I'm countin' money, countin' money, countin' money, ayy (Count up, ayy)Get that money then disappear, ayy, ayyIPhone ringin' and I bet it's your wifeI hit it already, I think she want me to hit it twiceShe said she never met a guy that's so flyBut when she blow me up, I barely even replyYoung L.Dot came a long way from sellin' potYoung L.Dot, I'm in the field, mob-tossedI'ma beat it up, hit it in my Gucci slidesI'ma bend you over, you gon' feel me insideRunnin' through that check, runnin' through that paperTell 'em cut the check, tell 'em give me my paperI'm outta favors, had to shoot out with the neighborsI got packs, I got all kinda flavorsGet that money, then I disappearThen I'm gone, then I'm gone, ayyThen I'm gone, ayy(Get that money, then I disappear)Then I'm gone, then I'm gone, ayyThen I'm gone, ayyI'm countin' money, countin' money, countin' money, ayyI'm countin' money, countin' money, countin' money, ayyI'm countin' money, countin' money, countin' money, ayyGet that money, then disappear, ayy
