Getting To the Money

Gotta get this money Gotta get me some, yeah Gotta get this money Gotta get me some, yeah Gotta get me some, yeah Gotta get this money Gotta get me some, yeah Gotta get this money Gotta get me some, yeah Gotta get this money Gotta get me some, yeah Gotta get this money Gotta get me some, yeah Smokin' on some trees yeah yеah yeah And it's still fuck the police yеah yeah yeah I'll be countin' up the cheese yeah yeah yeah I, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah Wake up in the mornin' screamin' "Hallelujah" Gettin' all this money, don't you let 'em fool you I've been gettin' to the money it ain't nothin' new yeah Tell 'em "Fuck the haters" yeah we fuckin' did yeah Movin' too fast ayy But I sip too slow yeah Count up the racks yeah Then run up some more yeah You already know yeah Young nigga gettin' that dough Gettin' that money with all my woes yeah Can't give a fuck about hoes yeah Nigga you trippin', you ain't never caught me slippin', yeah Young and I get it, ayy Nigga get out your feelings, yeah I got the business, I got the cake and I got the biscuits Niggas is bitches, do anything to get my attention Dwayne Johnson on you niggas, lil' baby love the way I rock, yeah And she in love with the way I eat up and beat up the box, yeah I got some lean in the back and I got all the weed in my sock You askin' too many questions, you startin' to sound like a cop yeah Smokin' on some trees yeah yeah yeah And it's still fuck the police yeah yeah yeah I'll be countin' up the cheese yeah yeah yeah I, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah Wake up in the mornin' screamin' "Hallelujah" Gettin' all this money, don't you let 'em fool you I've been gettin' to the money it ain't nothin' new yeah Tell 'em "Fuck the haters" yeah we fuckin' did yeah Yeah, they know me as Westside A 4-5 with the ice cream man Visit [?] in the summer, hella mama a lil' close in the sand Give me that perfect head, until that aeroplane lands We don't even need a bed, we don't even want one here yeah yeah Niggas hate me for the chip up on my shoulder I look like I sell bricks and smell like Tom Ford Oud Wood I had to sit and think then I just had to pause, yeah yeah Ain't a party unless one of us just throw up, yeah Niggas wanna fight, I just want bread All of my bitches have sex dawg, I don't wanna leave my bed Forever in love with the paper, go find me I need to get fed No bitch could ever touch, I'm smokin' on Smokin' on some trees yeah yeah yeah And it's still fuck the police yeah yeah yeah I'll be countin' up the cheese yeah yeah yeah I, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah Wake up in the mornin' screamin' "Hallelujah" Gettin' all this money, don't you let 'em fool you I've been gettin' to the money it ain't nothin' new yeah Tell 'em "Fuck the haters" yeah we fuckin' did yeah Gotta get this money Gotta get me some, yeah Gotta get this money Gotta get me some, yeah Gotta get this money Gotta get me some, yeah Gotta get this money Gotta get me some