Akon – Get Buck in Here (Dirty) Song Lyrics

About Akon: Aliaune Damala Badara Akon Thiam (born April 16, 1973), professionally known as simply Akon, is a Senegalese American R&B and hip hop recording artist, songwriter, record producer and businessman. He rose to prominence in 2004 following the release of “Locked Up”, the first single from his debut album Trouble.

Featured Singers: Akon, Ace Hood  


Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Ace hood, Konvict Music,
I know they want us to stop,
But we immune to lose it,

I can’t stop getting this money now,
Cause I’m out here living this hustlers life.
I be working all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don’t play when it’s time to grind. That’s how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I’m making it but I’m still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.

When I first jumped in the game I was 7 years old,
Drop a model get the money, give a f*ck about a ho.
Servin’ porcelain to people left a brick up in my coat,
Always told to eat fast,
Never snitching was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
Never waiting by the phone gotta get it on your own.
Real niggas get paid every second of the day,
Hit the mall blow a quote that I can’t fit in this phrase,
Just know it’s two colors in that Def Jam chain,
Lil money wanna scam,
Bitch I’m outta your range.
Make way,
Feed me,
Gotta get this money.
Smoking nothing but the best yeah the boy so flooded, and I still want money…


See niggas shut down,
My money keeps coming.
You niggas take breaks,
My team keeps running.
They bring me back bags,
Louis vitton something.
Don’t really know the price,
Just know it costs money,
And when it comes to money,
They know it ain’t nothing,
Throw a 100 on jewels,
Make it back up on a Monday.
Why niggas trying floss,
They balling outta budget.
Everyday on the grind,
Bitch my mind is on my money.
Tell ’em roll up the trees,
And deliver me the scummy.
Forget a 9 to 5,
Overrated me to quit.
Now a day since legit,
I get it opposite legit.
Me and my nigga ‘Kon so addicted to the chips.
He gon let you know the script


And whatever it takes,
Ace Hood bout money.
How much for the chain?
I spend bout a 100.
See you can dim the lights,
But my wrist still sunny.
They know I’m on the block,
And my fitted in the glock.
Dickies cut with a frame,
And a half up in my sock,
Gotta get it anyway,
And keep it level from the cops.
Bitch I never play the grind,
First rule off top.
I been in it for the dough,
You niggas need props .
I’m just in it for the guap,
100 million in the pot.
Only know to go get it
So the printer don’t stop.
Grab 50 hit a lot,
And go and dump it on the drop.
I’m starving like Marvin,
It ain’t no give and barging, like target.