Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail feat. Crooked I

Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis, Dominick Wickliffe
Music by Derrick Davis-Briggs


INTRO CHORUS
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
You know and I just went back to what I knew how to do best


VERSE 1 (CROOKED I)
OJ got away with murder the jury fell the okie doke
Then he end’d up going to jail for his Heisman trophy tho
I think of Tyson I think of Vick even Plaxico
You get some money the penitentiary is where blacks’ll go
When I got my first European whip I was nineteen
Vanilla ice cream paint job I like nice things
But driving while black that destroyed all my pipe dreams
Pulled over so much my record could not be wiped clean
I want the American dream a house and a picket fence
And neighbors who don’t claim they smell a nigga’s stench
Reading letters from William Lynch
A penny for your thoughts
We need more change than a million cents
Until then I’m poppin bottles I order the bar
I’m sort of a star my rims cost more than my car
I need an imperial miracle to stop me
From being the stereotypical material niggaroe




CHORUS

Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
(That’s all they do)

Do do do do that’s all they do
Do do do do that’s all they do
Do do do do that’s all they do
Do do do do that’s all they do

VERSE 2 (AHMAD)

Better run quick hold your wife
Get a gun act soldier like
Nigga Rush dun told you twice
All of us are poltergeists
We hairy with scary teeth
We the reason that they hire them police and they very deep
Latino black they fire open season they carry heat
Niggas do like blastin tho
But don’t shoot at me
Cause that’s just gon hurt you like Plaxico
We want a piece
How come you the last to know?
Momma told me no cheese ain’t no tuna casserole
That mean ain’t got no money can’t do shit
But nigga catch that ball you got a Playboy bunny on yo dick
So if you ain’t that tall you bets learn how to read or hustle like a bee on the honey
Like me MO-D be jazz drumming chh chh on the money
I’m a Corleone yup choke a emcee call me Sonny
I’ma go beyond rap Oprah Winfrey kind of stunting
And I know one thing
They waiting for a nigga to

REPEAT CHORUS

VAMP

Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail
Go 2 Jail Get Some Money
You know and I just went back to what I knew how to do best