DeJ Loaf – Get Money (ft. Conway the Machine, Benny The Butcher & Boldy James) (Audio, Lyrics)

DeJ Loaf - Get Money (ft. Conway the Machine, Benny The Butcher & Boldy James) (prod. Kino Beats & Trauma Tone)

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DeJ Loaf is also here with “Get Money” featuring Conway the Machine, Benny The Butcher & Boldy James. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Kino Beats & Trauma Tone.

Dej Loaf Get Money
Dej Loaf Get Money

Following a guest appearance on Conway The Machine’s From King To A God single “Fear Of God,” Dej Loaf has flipped the script with a new Griselda posse cut on her own Sell Sole II album. And while it might have been safe to assume that Loaf would line up some grimy production for the occasion, she proceeds to lay down a smooth and spacey instrumental on “Get Money” — in fact, it feels like new territory for Conway, Benny, and Boldy, all of whom seize the opportunity to flex some versatility.

DeJ Loaf – Get Money (ft. Conway the Machine, Benny The Butcher & Boldy James) (prod. Kino Beats & Trauma Tone)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Trauma Tone
His name is Kino Beats

[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
Got ’em pissed ’bout a MAG, got ’em pissed, got ’em mad
Yeah, had to get in my bag, in my bag, yeah
Oh, they didn’t think that I could last
Thinking that she’s sweet, I’ll put them killers on your ass
How you from the east and you can’t even get a pat? (Whoa)

[Pre-Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
I hate when lyin’ tigers bare
Hard ballin’, ain’t a nigga I’ma spare

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin’ money, they aware
You gettin’ money, they aware
It’s a lot of bosses up in here (Who, yeah)
It’s a lot of bosses up in here

[Verse 2: DeJ Loaf]
Hit another brick, just like Craig (Woah!)
I fake, then I get dropped in the stand (Drop!)
Ric Flair, Beanie Sigel, I feel it in the air
Put an eagle on your head
They gon’ lay eggs and fly
Hope I don’t wake up to my will regret (Will regret)
I woke up with a bottle in my bed
Fuck him ’til the eyes roll to the back of my head (Mhm)
Ballin’ with some niggas that’s ’bout what they said, yeah

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf, Benny the Butcher]
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin’ money, they aware
You gettin’ money, they aware
It’s a lot of bosses up in here (There’s a lot of us in this bitch)
It’s a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]
Cautious of snakes, but often, bosses relate
I broke down a quarter of weight on a white porcelain plate
I woke up feelin’ marvelous today
Y’all think I flossed with this cake
But that show money help my dog with his case (My nigga)
Yeah, I still feel it when I pass through ghettos
Y’all had to settle we turned to family in Griselda Fashion Rebels
Six months in the trap, that’s a May to November run
Real shit, you not a boss ’til you make your nigga one

[Pre-Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
I hate when lyin’ tigers bare
Hard ballin’, ain’t a nigga I’ma spare

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf, Conway the Machine]
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin’ money, they aware
You gettin’ money, they aware (Yeah)
It’s a lot of bosses up in here (Yeah)
It’s a lot of bosses up in here (Look)

[Verse 4: Conway the Machine]
She know who the boss is, I bounce back from my losses
Bust an AP flawless from that pot and that fork shit
Mayweather money, beat up them charges
Too much drip, that’s why the closet is bigger than your apartment
I give her backshots ’til I empty my cartridge
Fuck her now on the sink, the pussy drip like the faucet
The pussy nigga kept talkin’, his life on the line, he lost it
It’s pressure, then we uppin’, we ain’t squashin’
Machine, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
I hate when lyin’ tigers bare
Hard ballin’, ain’t a nigga I’ma spare

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf & Boldy James]
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin’ money, they aware
You gettin’ money, they aware
It’s a lot of bosses up in here (Black works)
It’s a lot of bosses up in here

[Verse 5: Boldy James]
Girl, I pull a few strings, still love to shoot with them things
Got fiends in the greens, still want a 2-for-15
Hunty taking pop bottles back to catch a cab to me
Now I give her five dollars just to pump the gas for me
On the east catching cells in the 48214
Fifty deep on the wheels, we want all them M boxes
Gotta land on the pint so my blood out and bonded
Uncle Teddy play with cottons, Uncle Smally skin poppin’
Where we at

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin’ money, they aware
You gettin’ money, they aware
It’s a lot of bosses up in here
It’s a lot of bosses up in here

[Outro: DeJ Loaf]
Bosses up in here

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