Young Dolph - Go Get Sum Mo (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Dolph - Go Get Sum Mo (en) Lyrics
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Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Honorable word
This water on me got my
neck froze (cold)
Coupe with the suicide doors
And I love all of my hoes (I love 'em)
Yeah, I love all of my hoes, ayy
She cookin' breakfast with
no clothes (ooh yeah)
I'm some' like a pimp, that's for sure
I spend it and go get some more
Yeah, I spend it and go
get some more (hey!)
Bitch better have my money, bitch better
have my money (yeah, yeah)
Bitch better have my money (my money)
In somethin' foreign going 200, I might
go shopping in London (fast!)
Yeah, I spend it and go get some more
Spent some more money,
beat another case
Riding down eleven like Scarface
Sixty thousand dollar tuxedo
These bitches just love
a nigga's lingo
Little bitty nigga with a real big ego
Three bank accounts with
a whole lot of zeros
Lil nigga I'm Michael, you Tito
I dress like I been selling
kilos (woo!)
I put my side bitch in a Benz (yeah)
Just so she can flex on
her friends (yeah)
I used to sell dope out my
mama's house (what?)
Then had all the money at
grandma's house (real)
I go on Rodeo, fuck up a check (check)
Smokin' blunts and eating
percocets (hah)
Still with them niggas I
came up with (fo' real)
I can never ever trust a bitch
Addition and multiplication
(add it up)
We runnin' this money up
daily (runnin' on)
Smashing Instagram sensations
For bullshit I got no patience (nah)
I jump out, I jump out, I jump out
The back of the Phantom
rockin' all this ice
I want it, I want it, I want it
I get it, I don't give
a fuck what the price
Water on my neck got
me froze (ooh yeah)
Coupe got the suicide doors, yeah
Ain't savin' these hoes, yeah
No I ain't savin' these hoes (oh)
She cookin' breakfast with no
clothes, yeah (ooh yeah)
I'm somethin' like a pimp, that's
for sure, yeah (ooh yeah)
Spend it and go get some
more, yeah (some more)
Spend it and go get some more
Bitch better have my money (ooh yeah)
In somethin' foreign going 200, I might
go shopping in London (ooh yeah)
This rap shit too easy, my
left wrist too freezy
She butt-naked in the kitchen cookin'
breakfast, eggs over easy
I'm the king but I don't
play for Cleveland
I'm feeling just like the weed man
When he got the hundred keys in
So strong, can't breathe in
Bitch better have my guala (guala)
Looking like I sell narcota (skrrt)
Ballin' like I hit the lotto
And the devil still wears
Prada, it's Gucci
Money over hoes my motto
How you bad but you don't
swallow (huh?)
If I front you my product
Then you better have my dollars, Gucci
Scratch front like I'm Pimp C
Big hustle like Nipsey
Blue Benz, my crip B (skrrt)
12 sitting on Forgis
And your wife she choosing
Better get a divorce then
I want to buy charges not forcement
She wish she had an abortion
Ain't savin' these hoes, yeah (oh!)
No I ain't savin' these hoes (oh!)
Spend it and go get some
more (ay, ay!)
Bitch better have my money, bitch
better have my money (ooh yeah)
Bitch better have my money
(na na na na na)
Thank god for my mama
not using a condom
Wear Dolce Gabannas like
they are pajamas
It's deuce gadanas, I hang
with the hunters
And runners and dealers and
killers, one hundred
Every year I buy a new vehicle
Throw the girl out like a flea flicker
I don't even dodge them cheap liquors
I got so high I tried to eat people
Jewelry on drippin' like
a sea creature
Money so tall I don't see people
Weed so loud, can't keep secret
Y'all been plottin', I been peepin'
Y'all been talkin', I been thinkin'
I been growin', y'all been shrinkin'
Big diamond on my lil pinky
Too much sauce, I done started leaking
I got more bars than precincts
I got more cars than Reese's, uh uh
I got more heart than niggas
Put that on God my nigga, uh uh
Ain't tryna starve my nigga
They tryna scar a nigga
I told 'em nah my nigga
If the godfather my nigga
Make me Brett Favre a nigga
This water on me got my neck froze
And I love all of my hoes
She cookin' breakfast with no clothes
Bitch better have my money,
bitch better have my money
Bitch better have my money
In somethin' foreign going 200,
I might go shopping in London
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