Betty (Get Money) Lyrics

Betty (Get Money) Lyrics – Yung Gravy

Singer

Yung Gravy

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
I’ll never let you down, Baby
(It’s really yung gravy)
Uhh! aye!

With your baby mama at the crib
I blow her back out shawty filipino
And she call me manny pacquiao
Alley oop without the hoop
They call me jerry stackhouse
Gazing out in public
But your mama made me snap out
Before i get the dough
I got the morning routine
Wake up bright and early
This some brand new cream
Floss three times
Baby, I’m so clean
Gravy got chees
Now that’s poutine (Woah! baby)
Gravy come in hot
Like i’m hopping off thе griddle
Pull up on the kid
If you’re tryna gеt belittled
All the mamas love me
Now i think i’m peanut brittle
Flex the rainbow
Banging like some skittles

Gravy, Why you out of pocket?
(Out of pocket)
Stop it (No, No)
I’m getting money, Gravy crockett
Drop it

Never take an l no more
Never take a damn thing slow
All i know is chase this dough and get money
(Get the money, Get the money)
Never gonna take no loss
Never gonna lose my sauce
All i know is chase this (Woah!), And get money
(Getting money, Getting money, Getting money)

Get money!
Probably into the early morning
Or get money
Yeah! i live the fast life (Woah!)

Yeah! you know i life the fast live
I don’t got a type
Baby, I’m a cash type
Still getting dividends from a past life
I’ll get your daddy’s net worth on a bad night
’cause i act right
Yeah! i’m rocking rick
Clapping astleys like the 80s
Never give it up
Until the reaper come and slay me
Pull up with a zelda
And a peach and a daisy
I be dirty dancing
Now they yelling “Gravy swayze”

Damn, Gravy, You so vicious (Oh!)
You so clean and so delicious (So delicious)
How come you ain’t got no missus?
Count the paper, Count the riches

Get money
Get money, Gravy getting money
Or get money, Woah!
Get money
Get money, Gravy getting money
Or get money, Woah!
Disco weapon