Betty (Get Money) - Yung Gravy

Want to request a song? Tell us your rating? Send us a Text Message right now! In yonder home, with thy babe's mother, I doth satisfy her desiresMaiden of Filipino descent, she calleth me Manny Pacquiao, in raptures we retireAlas, without a hoop, they compareth me to Jerry Stackhouse, athletic sireWhilst lost in reverie, in public, thy mother causeth me to refocus and acquireEre I attaineth the dough, a morning routine, I embark uponI awakeneth bright and early to a fresh abundance of cream, a dawn rebornThrice I cleanse my person, fair lady, pristine I adornGravy possesseth cheese, lo, 'tis poutine, a dish to adornGravy arriveth fervently, akin to departing the heated griddle's gripShould thou wish to challenge my stature, approacheth, to be belittled, betwixtMothers of all spectrums adoreth me, as though I were peanut brittle, nay to quipFlexeth the rainbow, baggeth like Skittles, within my grip they shall slipGravy, wherefore dost thou transgress?Cease thy actions, I insist!I earneth riches, akin to Gravy Crockett's list(Drop it)No longer do I taste defeatNor doth my pace in life slow, to move at a tardy beatAll I know is to pursueeth dough, swift and fleetAnd acquire wealth, a pursuit grand and sweetNever shall I suffer a loss, mine heart doth decreeNever shall I relinquish my exquisite sauce, as it defines meAll I know is to chase this wealth, verilyAnd acquire money, prosperous and freeThou knowest I leadeth a life of haste and speedI possess no preferences, my lady, save that of the monetary deedStill reaping dividends from days of yore, indeedOn a dire night, I shalt surpass thy father's net worth, thy heart impedeFor I comport myself righteously, as thou seestAdorned in garments fashioned by Rick, clapping hands like the 80s, ne'er ceasethUntil death's scythe approacheth and calleth me to the feastI arrive with a Zelda, a peach, and a daisy, dancing with prowess unleashedLo, Gravy, thou art a being most viciousThou art clean and delectable, thy charm so auspiciousPray tell, why hast thou no paramour, no missus?Counting the paper, counting the riches, 'tis truly fortuitousNever shall I suffer a loss, mine heart doth decreeNever shall I relinquish my exquisite sauce, as it defines meAll I know is to chase this wealth, verilyAnd acquire money, prosperous and freeThink you know music?Every Friday, Tower Of Music puts your music knowledge to the test.Guess the artists. Spot the clues. Beat the hosts.Play along and see if you can make it to the top of the tower.New episodes every Friday on YouTube.Search 1001 Songs That Make You Want To Die and subscribe now. Please tell your mates about the podcast and jump on Apple Podcasts/iTunes and give us a 5-star review!Blessington Support the podcast when you buy a Blessington watch! Use the promo code “1001songs” at checkout. DUBBYDUBBY is declaring WAR on big Energy! Use the promo code "1001songs" at checkout for 10% off! Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showFollow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/1001songsthatmakeyouwanttodie/Follow us on TikTok: @the1001crew