[Intro: J] The hustle money is, gettin' money is Put your mind to, you want Getin' money is, gettin' is It come
Juicy J] Gettin' money is I do, thought you knew Gettin' is what I do Gettin' is what I do money is what I do
[Verse 1: A$AP I remember all the nights on corners spittin' pitchin' water Now I'm off the shit I thought of the home of the richest ballers I'm Richard mixed with Mr. Porter This all the jiggy shit I ordered I went to and almost got deported The fans is when I hit the border I visit Nice like it's my daughter broad, I thought of all the different kids and all Poor a sip of water, time to get my shit in order And do different, gettin' tired of the same old shit When I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the lines I sit you who listen for us I see prison for us until we back, that's a true fact Get money, yeah I do that, you knew that
[Verse 2: C] low slider, I'm a sole survivor Keep a suite in my riser, bitch I'm it liver the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow He he want a war but he don't really wanna go Gettin' me head from Sheryl Crow A helluva blow, from a millionaire You can waste time, with the goody goody two shoes Now I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the I'm on her cock, I put her on the block You think I'm startin' over, I ain't never stop Poppin' the trunk, and the pills Don't give a fuck bout 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 Rick James Gotta group of in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne The Louis store I drop bands, the Gucci I drop bands Prada store I went ham, my left wrist it a lamb Your girlfriend a groupie like Trident she wanna me Hell naw I ain't '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 off, bitch pack your bags Bitch I came hella nothin', damn right I have to brag Try me and I'll pop ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag All I is money ho, rich niggas 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 dollar Some is in the and some is workin' blue collar 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 change but the So If you ain't breakin' then we can't even sit together
Gettin' money is I do