[Intro: J] The continues Gettin' money is, gettin' is Put mind to, something you want Getin' money is, money is It true
[Hook: J] Gettin' money is I do, thought you knew Gettin' money is I do Gettin' money is I do Gettin' is what I do
1: A$AP Rocky] I remember all the nights on different corners pitchin' water Now I'm richer off the shit I of From the home of the richest I'm Richard mixed with Mr. Porter This picture all the jiggy I ordered I went to and almost got deported The fans is screaming I hit the border I visit Nice like it's my sisters broad, I thought of all the different kids and all Poor without a sip of water, to get my shit in order And do different, gettin' tired of the same old shit When I'm spittin' lines, the section 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, you knew that
[Verse 2: C] Candy low slider, I'm a sole Keep a suite in my riser, bitch I'm keepin' it Than the average Joe, I think fast, talk He think he a war but he don't really wanna go Gettin' me some from Sheryl Crow A helluva blow, from a 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 on her cock, I put her on the block You I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop Poppin' the trunk, and the pills Don't give a fuck bout where from Don't give a fuck bout how you
[Verse 3: J] I'm the best still in game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in The Louis store I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop Prada I went ham, my left wrist it cost a lamb Your girlfriend a groupie like she wanna chew me Hell naw I cuffin' 'em I'm a dog just like Snoopy And when I leave the 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', damn right I to brag Try me and pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag All I talk is money ho, rich niggas lollygag
4: Bun B] Get money is the main reason most wake up The root of why most relationships is startin' ups While get haircuts, and bitches do makeup While we take their chances, we shake up It's an everyday struggle for the almighty Some is in the streets and some is blue collar Real up in field and man it make you wanna holler Say your prayer for a player, amen Been like that, ain't a thing change Money on mind, the red of my paint is gonna drip that stain Lean on left, the of my grain See ain't a damn thing change but the So If you ain't bread then we can't even sit together
Gettin' money is I do