[Intro: J] The continues Gettin' money is, money is Put your mind to, you want money is, gettin' money is It true
[Hook: J] money is what I do, thought you knew Gettin' money is I do money is what I do Gettin' money is I do
[Verse 1: Rocky] I remember all the nights on different spittin' pitchin' water Now I'm richer off the I thought of From the home of the ballers I'm Richard Porter mixed Mr. Porter picture all the jiggy shit I ordered I to France and almost got deported The fans is screaming I hit the border I Nice like it's my sisters daughter Vision broad, I thought of all the different 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, the section 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, thought you that
[Verse 2: C] Candy low slider, I'm a sole a suite in my riser, bitch I'm keepin' it liver Than the average Joe, I think fast, slow He he want a war but he don't really wanna go Gettin' me some from Sheryl Crow A helluva blow, from a millionaire You can waste your time, with the goody goody two 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, bitch I ain't stop Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the Don't give a 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 in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne The store I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop bands Prada store I went ham, my left wrist it cost a Your a groupie like Trident she wanna chew me Hell naw I ain't 'em I'm a dog just like Snoopy And I leave the mall it's sold out, erryday shoppin' Taylor gang, blowin' money, 50,000 on watches 100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack bags Bitch I came from nothin', damn right I have to brag Try me and I'll pop your ass, nigga, get a body bag All I talk is money ho, rich niggas lollygag
4: Bun B] Get money is the main reason people wake up The root of why most is startin' break ups While get haircuts, and bitches do makeup While we their penitentiary chances, we shake up It's an everyday for the almighty dollar Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue Real up in field and man it make you wanna holler Say your for a player, amen inshallah Been that, ain't a damn thing change Money on mind, the red of my Candy is gonna drip that stain on left, the grip of my grain 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