[Intro: J] The hustle Gettin' is, gettin' money is Put your to, something you want money is, gettin' money is It true
[Hook: J] money is what I do, thought you knew Gettin' money is I do Gettin' money is I do Gettin' is what I do
[Verse 1: A$AP I remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' Now I'm off the shit I thought of From the home of the richest I'm Richard Porter with Mr. Porter This all the jiggy shit I ordered I went to France and almost got The fans is when I hit the border I Nice like it's my sisters daughter Vision broad, I thought of all the kids and all Poor without a sip of water, to get my shit in order And do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old When I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the lines I sit you kids who for us I see for us until we pull back, that's 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, bitch I'm it liver Than the Joe, I think fast, talk slow He think he want a war but he don't really go me some head from Sheryl Crow A blow, from a millionaire snow You can waste your time, with the goody two shoes Now I'm em on the spot, I give 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 the pills Don't give a fuck bout where you're Don't give a fuck how you feel
[Verse 3: J] I'm the best still in this game, I'm bitch like Rick James Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in The Louis store I bands, the Gucci store I drop bands Prada store I went ham, my left wrist it cost a Your girlfriend a like Trident she wanna chew me Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em I'm a dog like Snoopy And when I the mall it's sold out, erryday shoppin' Taylor gang, blowin' money, 50,000 on wrist 100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch your bags Bitch I came from hella nothin', right I have to brag Try me and pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag All I is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag
4: Bun B] Get money is the main most people wake up The root of why most relationships is startin' ups While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do While we their penitentiary chances, we shake up an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue Real up in your and man it make you wanna holler Say prayer for a player, amen inshallah like that, ain't a damn thing change Money on mind, the red of my Candy paint is gonna that stain Lean on left, the grip of my See a damn thing change but the weather So If you ain't breakin' bread then we even sit together
Gettin' is what I do