[Intro: J] The continues Gettin' money is, gettin' is Put your mind to, you want money is, gettin' money is It come
Juicy J] Gettin' money is I do, thought you knew money is what I do Gettin' is what I do Gettin' money is I do
1: A$AP Rocky] I remember all the nights on different spittin' pitchin' water Now I'm off the shit I thought of From the home of the richest I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. This picture all the jiggy I ordered I went to and almost got deported The fans is screaming when I hit the I visit like it's my sisters daughter Vision broad, I of all the different kids and all without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order And do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the old shit When I'm spittin' lines, the section lines I sit you kids who for us I see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true Get money, yeah I do that, you knew that
[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 think he want a war but he really wanna go Gettin' me some head from Crow A helluva blow, 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 on her cock, I put her on the block You think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never Poppin' the trunk, and the pills Don't give a fuck bout where from Don't give a bout how you feel
[Verse 3: J] I'm the best in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a in Biscayne The Louis store I drop bands, the store I drop bands Prada store I went ham, my left it cost a lamb Your girlfriend a groupie like Trident she wanna me Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em I'm a dog just Snoopy And when I leave the mall it's sold out, erryday gang, blowin' money, 50,000 on wrist watches 100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack bags Bitch I came hella nothin', damn 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 niggas lollygag
4: Bun B] Get is the main reason most people wake up The root of why most is startin' break ups While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up It's an everyday struggle for the dollar Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue Real up in your field and man it make you wanna Say your prayer for a player, inshallah Been like that, ain't a damn change on mind, the red of my brain Candy paint is gonna drip stain Lean on left, the of my grain See a damn thing change but the weather So If you ain't bread then we can't even sit together
Gettin' money is I do