Testo di Get Some Cash – Alex Sampler ft. Lina Simons

[Chorus]
Go get some cash, shake that ass now
Go get some cash, shake that ass now
All you talk about, is it just Gucci? Yeah
Talking rich while eating your sushi, nah
Right, get some cash, shake that ass now
Go get some cash, shake that ass now
All you talk about, is it just Gucci? Yeah
Talking rich while eating your sushi, yeah

[Verse 1]
Y'all can't even afford what you fuckin' wearing, yeah
You're low-key broke, but boy ain't complaining, yeah
I can't afford Balmain, boy, I never lied
I'm asking you how much, boy, suddenly, he got tongue-tied
Yeah, oh, nigga mad, he be calling me bad words
'Cause I can take his bitch, he knows that my effort is two thirds
Look at me while I'm smiling in your face
Spitting while I'm in the phase
All you gotta do is praise
While you hope your homie stays
Yeah, talking trash 'bout people you don't like
Proudly shouting, "ACAB," nigga, now you gotta hide
Stealing your girl money, but you say you on your grind
'Cause you got it all, but we don't share the same mind

[Refrain]
I'm putting myself in front of the mirror
Just a black point, I told to my inner
Gucci, Prada, Balmain, I know their names
Never had a chance to wear, this the case
Chocolate mixed with vanilla
Little more Black, show me your villa
Afro, white, ghetto, that is what I'm into
Any cultured man I can bring you into, right

[Chorus]
Go get some cash, shake that ass now
Go get some cash, shake that ass now
All you talk about, is it just Gucci? Yeah
Talking rich while eating your sushi, yeah
Right, go get some cash, shake that ass now
Go get some cash, shake that ass now
All you talk about, is it just Gucci? Yeah
Talking rich while eating your sushi, yeah

[Verse 2]
Oh, let me tell you, boy, that you really have to work
Ain't gonna bring you no damn silver fork
You want to be a trapper, rapper, ho, we got you, boy
But even to record, you have to raise your legs, you know, boy
Don't let me be Mister Obvious, boy
English is not my first language
You're the one in disadvantage
You wanna say you tough 'cause you coming from the street
Listen to me, bro, you need to take several seats
Yeah, ain't nobody telling me what to do
I got a brain, stay in your lane with your lame-ass crew
Not tryna be that bitch 'cause that bitch wanna be me
I said what I said, that's facts, here's your receipt

[Refrain]
Look at myself in front of the mirror
Just a black point, I told to my inner
Gucci, Prada, Balmain, I know their names
Never had a chance to wear, this the case
I'm chocolate mixed with vanilla
Little more Black, now show me your villa
Afro, white, ghetto that is what am into
Any cultured man, I can bring you into, right