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Gettin' money
All that I think about, all that I got (money, money)
I rinse your top, they fetching the mop (money, money)
Nobody immune to the guap (money, money)
From judges to the cops, they out for the money (gettin' money)
Everybody got a price
The cost comes before the loss
These niggas yapping like Donahue
Meanwhile, Elon got his money in federal jobs (gettin' money)
And with the money, I'm generous
I give the guap to yo' bitch, now we sharing her
She wanna stand on the stage, ain't no care in her
I wanna stress the bitch out and put fear in her (gettin' money)
Counting money, now she cheering up
I'm dressing different, like I'm fucking Erica
We can't afford to be pairing up
Can't leave the house with no Kimber or Derringer (Gettin' m—)
Brushes with death, bullets knock your frame, like we painting 'em
The bitch depends on my money
She spotting a twenty, she look at you funny, okay?
The bitch shakes ass for the money
If she spotting a fifty, she know that you slumming, okay?
I miss my money, I love on my hundreds
Like some people love on they brothers, okay?
I miss money, I love my funding
Like some people love on they cousins, okay
I'm fucking my money, I'm keeping it coming (money, money)
The twenties, the fifties, the hundreds (money, money)
I'm up in my pounds, the weight of my mouth when it's running (gettin' money)
It's keeping me buzzing, the money is coming
Gettin' money
Gettin' money
Uh, no pressure, the money we getting
Could put you in stretchers, the guap is incredulous
These bitches think with they nose like McGregor (Gettin' money)
I'm stepping in soil for the yen, fuck-the-weather (money, money)
I want some yen, bitch, let's get it together (money, money)
I like the twenties, but fifties feel better (money, money)
Now I like them fifties, but a hundred forever (money, money)
My bitches want pounds, I need euros or better
I'm throwing up yuan in the air on you niggas
The money's gon' get niggas clicking them triggers
I'm colder than ice, the original member
I make that ho tap like that bitch in a kimura
Hiding like Russell, we get through Kimora
Money got no gender, it can't see him or her
Stack enough paper, now you just a stimulus
Look in they eyes, they see dollar signs
All of this guap, I just can't decline
Stop all hiding, it's hunting time
Or the money gon' find you, I'm stuffing mine, brrt
(Money, money, money, money, money, money)
Gettin' money