[Intro: J] The hustle Gettin' money is, money is Put mind to, something you want Getin' money is, money is It come
[Hook: J] Gettin' money is what I do, thought you Gettin' money is I do money is what I do Gettin' money is I do
[Verse 1: A$AP I remember all the nights on different corners pitchin' water Now I'm off the shit I thought of From the home of the ballers I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. This picture all the shit I ordered I went to and almost got deported The fans is screaming I hit the border I visit Nice like it's my daughter Vision broad, I thought of all the different and all Poor without a sip of water, to get my shit in order And do somethin' different, gettin' of the same old shit When I'm lines, 'bout 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, I do that, thought you knew that
[Verse 2: C] Candy low slider, I'm a survivor 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 really wanna go Gettin' me some head from 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 a ho the blues I'm touchin' on her cock, I put her on the You think I'm over, bitch I ain't never stop Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the give a fuck bout where you're from Don't a fuck bout how you feel
[Verse 3: J] I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich like Rick James Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a in Biscayne The Louis store I bands, the Gucci store I drop bands Prada I went ham, my left wrist it cost a lamb Your girlfriend a groupie Trident she wanna chew me Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em I'm a dog just like And when I leave the mall sold out, erryday shoppin' Taylor gang, blowin' money, 50,000 on wrist 100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your Bitch I came from nothin', damn right I have to brag Try me and I'll pop ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag All I talk is money ho, niggas don't lollygag
4: Bun B] Get is the main reason most people wake up The of why most relationships is startin' break ups niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup While we their penitentiary chances, we shake up It's an everyday for the almighty dollar is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar Real up in field and man it make you wanna holler Say your for a player, amen inshallah Been like that, a damn thing change Money on mind, the red of my Candy paint is drip that stain on left, the grip 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