Gettin Money
Meek Mill, Cory Gunz, Fred The Godson
Ayo put some sparklers on that Ciroc
And make it look like the 4th
Of July in this motherfucker yeah
Now Diddy told me that it's
All about the B-B-B-B-Benjamins
So hustle hard and any hustle you hustlin'
From the deck of cards
Life's a gamble and you shufflin'
I'm from that corner that hood
You throw that d-d-duffle in
This shawty's strippin
I got that money, I'm tippin'
To that artist going the hardest
In the studio spittin' back the whip in
I took the trip until
The chips started flippin' in the kitchen
Plastic on the bread grippin'
This stripper's clickin' im fixin'
With baker's mittens
The same colors Wade Griffin
The money I make is different, I'm cakin'
You got to listen
See my name Fred the Godson
Pappi call me gordo meek Mill, Cory Gunz
The remix and you all know
I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
(Said) I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
(Well) I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
(Said) I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
Daddy you cakin' daddy you cakin'
Daddy you cakin'
We gettin' money over here
Daddy you cakin' daddy you cakin'
Daddy you cakin'
We gettin' money over here
Lately I've been saving for a rainy day
But still that imperfection make it rain away
Looking at my wrist, it cost me 8K
I get them niggas in
The jewelers doing layaways
Trying to keep up hate I got my seat up
Backseat of that six deuce
Counting paper, we up
Charlie Sheen I'm winnin'
Holding on and I'm spinnin'
Your paper feel like linen
My money ain't no limit
I said shout my nigga P out (P)
We got white and D out (D)
100 pounds of rags and bush
Put it in the tree house
Blow sauce and white hoes
MIA the beach house
I call my niggas first class
I hit the block like we out
You ever sipped Ciroc with Diddy?
Then count the millions in a
Tailor over top the city? (Woosh)
I got the gods with me
I tell them hoes tat my name
On the top of they titty
I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
(Said) I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
(Well) I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
(Said) I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
Daddy you cakin' daddy you cakin'
Daddy you cakin'
We gettin' money over here
Daddy you cakin' daddy you cakin'
Daddy you cakin'
We gettin' money over here
14 I was kicking Diddy's rhymes wow
It's funny then he told me this
Would be my time now
Ain't nobody body flow like me buy a vowel
Set the tempo, then find a style
Rappin' (fast)
You don't want to get slap it around
Back woods, back down
Cause I'm like a mad cow
No bullshit, I meant this gadget i rap loud
With a neck count with this actin'
I stack more in the game trailin' with a set
Your money too funny
You're a clown with a fraction
Back is the main childhood attraction
Lane, any swag outlaggin'
So fly, pulls to the main cabbins
Skip Ron tip goes through the game braggin'
Young money cash money in your face laughin'
Put em up, fuck your tab
I bought that bar because you bought that ass
Girl let your juices flow
Later I'll make all that splash
I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
(Said) I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
(Well) I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
(Said) I don't know about y'all
But we gettin' money over here
Daddy you cakin' daddy you cakin'
Daddy you cakin'
We gettin' money over here
Daddy you cakin' daddy you cakin'
Daddy you cakin'
We gettin' money over here
Yea, move something now move something
Yea, like that, yea leggo
Written by: John Jackson, Sean Seaton, Unknown Composer AuthorLyrics © BMG Rights ManagementLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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