Get Money Girl Lyrics – Latto

Read the full Get Money Girl lyrics by Latto from the album Big Mama along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Hey, Trina, I wanna ask you, hey, what do you think about these ballers there? I know y’all got ballers in Miami
What you think about these ballers in the ATL, baby?
I mean, I look at ’em all the same all over the world
I mean, you only could ball for so long, I’m a baller, so I don’t really care ’bout no baller
I need all my b!tches who get money to the front (10-4, 10-4, hmm)
If you ain’t got a bag, this’ll make you go get one (What you waiting on?)
(COUPE)

[Chorus]
I’m a get-money girl, get-money girl (Frr)
Get-money girl, get-money girl

Go get you a bag, sis, get you a bag, b!tch
Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad b!tch
I’m a get-monеy girl (Money), get-money girl (Monеy, frr)
Get-money girl (Money), get-money girl (Money)
Go get you a bag, sis (Frr), get you a bag, b!tch (B!tch)
Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad b!tch

[Verse 1]
Hating hoes don’t like me (Bitter)
But all the lesbos wanna dyke me (Scissor)
Could pull a million out, won’t even notice (Frr, figures)
Going broke is very unlikely (Never)
Cameras out when I’m with my sister (My sister)
They keeping up with us like Kylie (Like Kylie)
Latto is a real pin pusher (Facts)
It’s me behind these bars like Rice Street (Relax)
These n!ggas be some cheetahs like my panties (My panties)
These b!tches need a chair, they can’t stand me (Ho, sit down)
This Rolex on my wrist don’t tick-tock (Tss, tss)
But I gets to the bag, get all fancy (B!tch, I’m a)

[Chorus]
I’m a get-money girl, get-money girl (Frr)
Get-money girl, get-money girl
Go get you a bag, sis, get you a bag, b!tch

Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad b!tch
I’m a get-money girl (Money), get-money girl (Money, frr)
Get-money girl (Money), get-money girl (Money)
Go get you a bag, sis (Frr), get you a bag, b!tch (B!tch)
Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad b!tch

[Verse 2]
I’m running up a bag, I got stamina (Go)
She in the house hurt like she’s Tamela (Broke)
These jeans hugging on me like they miss me, woah
B!tch, I don’t need a tailor like Olandria (No)
This n!gga thought that I was playing games (But I ain’t)
‘Til I went up on ’em like I did Jermaine (Rap Game)
South of France, but I came from self-claim (On a plane)
I.AM.GIA on my clothes and my chain (GIA)
I only get along with a get-money girls (That’s all)
Big Mama booked all around the world (Five hundred thou’)
I be stiff on a n!gga, hit the Heisman (Baow, baow)
Say he a get-money n!gga, but he lying (B!tch, I’m a)

[Chorus]
I’m a get-money girl, yeah, get-money girl (Yeah, frr)
Get-money girl, get-money girl
Go get you a bag, sis, get you a bag, b!tch
Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad b!tch
I’m a get-money girl (Money), get-money girl (Money, frr)
Get-money girl (Money), get-money girl (Money)
Go get you a bag, sis (Frr), get you a bag, b!tch (B!tch)
Go get you a bag, sis, if you a bad b!tch