Gettin' Money Lyrics

Yea I'm gettin' money is my exclamation
The Lambo's milked out, no expiration
And I ain't ask for a estimation
I just pass the cake off, no hesitation
Ya see I'm nothin' like y'all guys
I just do the stuntin', y'all niggas fall guys
And everyday I get the benny washed
It's deja vu like denny wash
Budget too big, billionaire a hurt a label
Play it tight, spray the creed on the purple label
Pie vay settings, Jacob got me linked up
The Bentley wag bulletproof like a brinks truck
C.b.l, we don't care what ya homies sell
Rubberband around the stacks like a ponytail
I could meet a hoe sweeter than Damita Joe
She act conceited tho and I'm a get deleted yo
I'm not a musician, but I play a instrument
The ragin' bull handle any kind of incident

The black latex, D's can't get the print
The flyin' spur so fly, I had to get the bent
Got initials on the door scrap, initials on the floor mat
I ain't braggin' homeboy, dis my format
The 22's look like they ridin' on four flats
Young octopus, I carry arms
I draw to challengers, with Cavali carry-ons
Freck billionaire, I'm the 1 with the bling
Got canaries on the wrist, not the ones with the wings
A real hood nigga, I got a lavage flow
I could push you into theaters like magic tho
You don't want beef, you just want raps
I get ya lil' ass smoked like a blunt wrap
C.B.L spray, what da fuck did you thought
I tote the cig, but I don't mean Newport
I wash my money up the laundry way
I stay Gucci'd down even on my laundry day
The linen clean, splash ya ?
Double blue 62 smash ya limousine
You could set trip, but I get the ammo near
Like a bad alibi, switch up the lambo gear
These other rap niggas, they could'nt hold a candle near
They got it all screwed up, like chandeliersI'm gettin' money is my quotation
Family man, so I need the lambo station
Slick talk, I'll put a chamber into rotation
Director style, I shoot em on location
My hoe's haitian, trenny and croatian
Ass clap louder than an oprah ovation
Double d's on her chest like daredevil
I shoot dames at a 900 a pair level
I'm in perotta, the color of ricotta
Cheese, please you can't tell me not a
I don't share keys, nor do I give her codes
I set run through records down on river road
Then I switched up, posted on palleysay
The denali stay, smellin' like cali grade
I come through bar, numba 9 squirts
Osama rich, that's the hard to find shirt
Ya rocks keep 2 they selves, well mines flirt
They 2 clean, board of health couldn't find dirt
I'm rich bitch, and I'm screamnin' it like ashy larry
They call me brinks boy, maybe it's the cash I carry
Rubberbands pop, you gon' need a scrungee for me
She a jump off, bet the chick a bungee for me
I came a long way, and I still stroll the avenues
Move and style, louis v roll and travel
Local nigga, you never been to poland have you,
So you couldn't judge me if you was holdon gavels
And I used to get the raw from olivia
That was back when raven symone was olivia
I did the take-out, meanin' that I ran orders
I had the transporter sittin' by the land borders
The rocafella a make you rather do a manslaughter
They goin' in June, it's comin' back with grand-daughters
So homie if you got a weapon tote it
You can't jump ship, niggas won't accept you boated
When I was doin' it 4 t.v, I kept it loaded
Cause these hatin' niggas try 2 find it and webisode it
A half of clip in ya hip, a make ya elvis shake
You'll more then moan when ya bones and ya pelvis break
Benny drop cost two hundred and twelve to take
Red gut, white paint, red velvet cape
Songwriters
STAYVE THOMAS, WRITERS UNKNOWNPublished by
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