[Intro: J] The hustle money is, gettin' money is Put your mind to, you want Getin' money is, money is It true
[Hook: J] Gettin' is what I do, thought you knew money is what I do Gettin' money is I do Gettin' is what I do
[Verse 1: A$AP I remember all the nights on different spittin' pitchin' water Now I'm richer off the shit I of From the home of the richest I'm Porter mixed with Mr. Porter picture all the jiggy shit I ordered I went to France and almost got The fans is screaming when I hit the I visit Nice like it's my sisters Vision broad, I thought of all the kids and all Poor without a sip of water, time to get my in order And do somethin' different, tired of the same old shit When I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the section I sit you kids who for us I see prison for us until we pull back, a true fact Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew
[Verse 2: C] Candy low slider, I'm a sole Keep a suite in my riser, I'm keepin' it liver Than the average Joe, I fast, talk slow He he want a war but he don't really wanna go Gettin' me some head from Crow A blow, from a millionaire snow You can waste your time, with the goody goody two Now I'm puttin' em on the spot, I a ho the blues I'm touchin' on her cock, I put her on the You think I'm startin' over, I ain't never stop Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the give a fuck bout where you're from Don't give a fuck bout how you
[Verse 3: J] I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a in Biscayne The Louis I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop bands Prada I went ham, my left wrist it cost a lamb Your girlfriend a groupie like Trident she wanna me Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em I'm a dog like Snoopy And when I leave the mall it's sold out, shoppin' Taylor gang, money, 50,000 on wrist watches 100,000 in a plastic bag, we off, bitch pack your bags Bitch I came from hella nothin', right I have to brag Try me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a bag All I talk is money ho, rich don't lollygag
4: Bun B] Get money is the reason most people wake up The root of why relationships is startin' break ups niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup While we their penitentiary chances, we shake up It's an everyday struggle for the almighty Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue Real up in field and man it make you wanna holler Say prayer for a player, amen inshallah Been like that, ain't a thing change on mind, the red of my brain Candy paint is gonna drip that on left, the grip of my grain See ain't a damn thing but the weather So If you ain't breakin' bread we can't even sit together
Gettin' is what I do