Money
[Intro: Jinnypots & Nawfside Thrilla]
Yeah hoe, uh
New Breed Mafia
Yeah hoe
14-2-13, 14-2-13 Yeah
It’s Jinny season nigga
Fuck all that other shit lil bruh go get you some money
I don’t give a fuck how you do it
Just get you some money
[Verse 1]
I was 6 years old when I first got my PC
Windows 95, instead of games I was on cmd
Fast forward 9 years, now I'm on that XP
With that Virtual DJ software, I was mixing up them CDs
Used to sell them hoes for the $5, then boys started cuttin' my prices
Has to switch my plan up, y'all can have this shit goodbye
My ex's dad used to show me how to mod PlayStation 2
Got me a soldering gun & I started doing that shit too
Used to hit the Circuit City, 25 blank DVDs for the 5
Hit the Hollywood Video and rent a game for 5
Take my backups and get rid of them for 4 times 5
By the time I sold the whole pack, I made 100 times 5
Used to sell them vst & drumkits for the 3
Yeah I was selling cheap but for me I was getting them free
Fast forward a couple of years, now it's fake insurance cards
I helped a lot people avoid those stupid ass car insurance charges
[Bridge: Jinnypots & Nawfside Thrilla]
Reminiscing on the days when I was doing my lil nerd shit
I was riding around, I heard Polow say “Get Money.”
Then I got my first couple of jobs, you know Pizza Hut and all that stuff
Even though I wasn’t in the streets my brother said “Just go get you some money.”
Now as everybody can see this divorce is really kicking my ass
I miss my wife, I miss my daughter, I’m crying and shit…my brother hit my line and he said
“Fuck all that other shit lil bruh
Go get you some money
I don’t give a fuck how you do it, when you do it
Just go get you some money”
[Verse 2]
Alaska in the summer (summer)
Toyota Tundra (Tundra)
Meet up at the spot, transfer it to the Honda (Civic)
Just trying to make a hunna (hunna)
Followed by a comma (that check)
Thousand to be exact, always give some to my mama (no stressin')
Always carry protection
Thank you Lord it is a blessing
That I’m still out here getting it
Had some close calls getting arrested
I don’t sell it, I don’t do it
They load it up and I hit the road bruh
48 hours, that’s my notice, any time less my price rate goes up (shit)
The D-boys rock with me from Ten-A-Key to the A (west hattnin)
From Texas to The Bay (west hattnin)
There’s not much I can say
Half street, half geek my apps keeps me safe
Life insurance policies just in case I pass away
Cause it’s a dirty game in the streets
I don’t want to smoke and celebrate dawg, let’s handle this business (yea forreal dawg)
Hopefully by the time that I’m 40, I can retire from this shit
Until then I’m a keep running it up, trying to get rich Jinny