I'm Gettin Money

Get money, ****, yeah

Dedicate this one to the hustlers that get up every fucking morning

And put they work in

I see you, I see you, boy

I'm up before sunrise, first to hit the block

Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks

Learned to throw them things, get my skinny little ass kicked

**** laughed till the first motherfucker got blasted

I put the **** in his casket

And now they covering the bastard with plastic

I smoke blunts on the regular, fuck when it counts

Tryna make a million dollars out a quarter ounce

Getting guns from the five-o

Fuck them hoes, got a forty-five screaming out survival

Hey ****, can I lay low?

Cook some yayo and holler five-o when I say so

Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hitting fences

Marks on a **** back, missing me by inches

And they say how do you survive weighing one fifty-five

In the city where the little **** die

Tell mama, don't cry, 'cause even if they kill me

They could never take the life of a real G

I'm gettin money

I'm gettin money

I'm gettin money

I'm gettin money

Still on parole and I'm the first **** serving

Pour some liquor on the curb for my homies that deserve it

If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealing

Kinda booming 'round the way

I think today I'll make a killing

Dressing down like I'm dirty

But only on the block, just a clever disguise

To keep it running from the cops

I'm getting high, think I'll die if I don't get no ends

I'm in a bucket, but I'm riding it like it's a Benz

I hit the strip and let my music buck

Drinking liquor, and I'm looking for a bitch to fuck

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo

I need money in a major way

Time to fuck my girl, she get paid today

I live the thug life and let the money come to me

'Cause they can never take the game from a young G

I'm gettin money

I'm gettin money

I'm gettin money

I'm gettin money

Damned if I don't, and damned if a **** do

Now watch a young motherfucker pull a trigger, too

Raise up and don't let 'em see you cry

Dry your eyes, young ****, time to do or die

I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready?

On my block ain't no time for a **** to even cock shit

I done seen a motherfucker peep pain

At point blank range 'cause he slept on the game

Ain't a damn thing changed, they checking the dice now

Roll 'em if you can't stand play better, ho

'Cause ain't no telling what you might roll

You might fall, catch AIDS from a slight cold

You better live your life to the fullest

We quick to kill a bull, got a pistol, motherfucker better pull it

And even if they kill me

They could never take the life of a young G

I'm gettin money

I'm gettin money

I'm gettin money

I'm gettin money