$ (Money)

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