"I Get Money" lyrics - DRAKE

DRAKE

"I Get Money"

I get money
I get paper
I should really find my shaver
I buy Gucci
I buy Prada
I spend dollar after dollar
I get money
I get paper
I should really find my shaver
I buy Gucci
I buy Prada
I spend dollar after dollar

Y'all don't really like me
I can understand
My flow is sitting right inside the pocket of my pants
I'm still fly
You can't float
Run this shit, Usain Bolt
I write your favorite records, all you sing ghost
Twenty thousand for a verse is our routine quote
I'm getting rich while you stayin broke
Chillin' even if I'm in a goose down coat
I can't see you through a Mosley Tribes
So I don't even flinch when you throw me high fives
They try to measure up
But there is no one my size
What ever forty smokin' bout to lower my eyes
Beast mode on em
I never take a night off
Every single thing a ni**a purchase is a write off
Grounded as the runway, pavement I take the flight off
Baby go ahead and cut the light off

I'm the rookie of the year (year)
About to get my dough on
I'm about to take off baby, you should hold on
But I ain't about to prolong
Imma keep it short and tell you what's about to go on
Bottle after bottle
'Cause the money like so long
Baby, smooth as ever
We about to put a show on
Imma show off, like I'm suppose to
Yeah you can get lost, I don't know you
I hear my phone ringing when you call
I a'int picking up and entertaining them at all
Got your girl face down, banging on the wall
While you and all your homeboys hang at Lenox Mall
Hmm, hmm, hmm,
I can not relate
Riding with some tags that I got from outta state
Riding with a swag that I got from outta space
Just show me who's the hottest, imma knock 'em outta place
Call me homicide drizzy, about to kill your ego
I'm about my green puffin guddi like I'm sea low
You can go and take a glance at your hero
While Houston stripper pole dance in a zero
Fantasy to you, reality to me
And my g-pass is as valid as can be
I'm I'm so fresh
The stylist would agree
Waving at your girl, while she smiling at me