Text: Wiz Khalifa. Get Sum.

Got no money? Get some.

They say the boy sick and they can't diagnose my symptoms.
Went and seen the doctor trynna find me a prescription.
Told him since the early teen, all I seen's the color green.
He say it aint nothing wrong; probably wasn't listening.
Listening, Out of town where any of the paper be.
Grandma tell me go to church, somebody need to pray for me.
So I leave and go and see the preacher he said, "holy smokes."
See I'm nothing like you; my pockets got the holy ghost.
From that side of town where you can get it for the shorty low.
Fuck about a price tag everythings affordable.
And my homie told me, "You a nigga, be a rich one."
Why you on yo ass? You ain't got no money? Get some.

Got no money? Get some.
You ain't got it? Go and get it.



If the streets no anything about me, they know that imma ball.
Different city every night, imma star.
And I dont need a piece I want it all.
Tell em all.

If the streets know anything about me, they know that imma ball.
Every night, a different chick in my car.
And I dont need a piece, I want it all.
Tell em all.

Got no money? Get some.
You ain't got it? Go and get it.


I wake up and think of bout how to get my paper.
Then roll some and stink up. Say, "hi" to all you haters.
No teacher can school me, I'm smart but not a scholar.
Shit, if I was a book, I'd be all about a dollar.
I never had a job or something of that nature.
I've been hustling since a cub, had a buzz like a pager.
You straight from the path and I'm on one that's narrow.
I'm chasing muchavo, that mucho deniro.
Fresh like a Pharaoh. My clothes come from Caro.
The beat kick like Bruce Lee, my flow some like Paro.
Like Paro; and aint afraid to spend it.
That mean Im getting money; if you ain't got yours, get it.

Got no money? Get some.
You ain't got it? Go and get it.