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G.Y.M. Video (MV)




Performed By: Mitch
Featuring: Too $hort
Length: 2:35
Written by: Todd Anthony Shaw, Jordan Mitchell




Mitch - G.Y.M. Lyrics
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[ Featuring Too $hort ]

Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money

Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money

She been gettin' bread, she been stackin' hunnids
All her homegirls, they really on it
And she got her own crib with the gate
And a couple hunnids bands in the safe
Don't need a nigga for nothin'
Know the streets, she ain't no dummy
Walkin' 'round, smellin' like money
Pussy clean, taste like honey
Bills paid and she livin' lovely
Never at home, she be at the country
(No, no, no, no, no)
Lil' mama know she bad and she paid, steady gettin' that bread

Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money

Bitch
Don't tell 'em how you get it (you a hustler), don't say shit
How you get a brand new whip? (That's right)
Your nigga must've bought that, huh
Give a f*ck what he think, don't tell his ass nothin' (don't tell him shit)
Can't tell hoes what to do
He ain't no pimp, he don't make more than you
He got mad when he found out (what? What?)
You bought a new car and you bought a house
He said you only like niggas with lil' dicks
'Cause he don't know what to do with a baller bitch (F*ck him)
F*ck that excuse, you can't handle the truth
She get money, she got more bands than you
In the club, she got more fans than you
And in the streets she do things you can't never do (like what?)
Like gettin' money with these real niggas
A lot of y'all scary like lil' bitches (Bitch)

Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money

Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
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Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money

Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money

She been gettin' bread, she been stackin' hunnids
All her homegirls, they really on it
And she got her own crib with the gate
And a couple hunnids bands in the safe
Don't need a nigga for nothin'
Know the streets, she ain't no dummy
Walkin' 'round, smellin' like money
Pussy clean, taste like honey
Bills paid and she livin' lovely
Never at home, she be at the country
(No, no, no, no, no)
Lil' mama know she bad and she paid, steady gettin' that bread

Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money

Bitch
Don't tell 'em how you get it (you a hustler), don't say shit
How you get a brand new whip? (That's right)
Your nigga must've bought that, huh
Give a f*ck what he think, don't tell his ass nothin' (don't tell him shit)
Can't tell hoes what to do
He ain't no pimp, he don't make more than you
He got mad when he found out (what? What?)
You bought a new car and you bought a house
He said you only like niggas with lil' dicks
'Cause he don't know what to do with a baller bitch (F*ck him)
F*ck that excuse, you can't handle the truth
She get money, she got more bands than you
In the club, she got more fans than you
And in the streets she do things you can't never do (like what?)
Like gettin' money with these real niggas
A lot of y'all scary like lil' bitches (Bitch)

Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money

Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
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Writer: Todd Anthony Shaw, Jordan Mitchell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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