For My Money (feat. Fred Gata)

I wanna whip it up, whip it up fast

I wanne whip it up!

Tight grip, wanna whip it up

Alright, alright, alright

Gata came for big piles of pennies

Oh my God, may they come in plenty

So Gimme that kaching ching

I want all the bling bling

Man, I put Gold in my lines

Need a bookie

Bet you got a bitch but she be slidin' for nookie

She like the way I make her cookie crumble

And no, I ain't humble

Gata be that rythmitic rumble in your jungle

The reason why you stumblin, strugglin

All i'm feeling is the money coming in

Through the mics I'm killing

Hustle for the honey

Wouldn't hustle for no honey

When I hustle for my money

There's only

Me, myself and my family

I'm tryna make pay through a melody

The perfect remedy for me

Would probably be

The money money money

Tight grip, wanna whip it up

I wanna toss this money like it's seasoning

Tight grip, wanna whip it up

I'm just out here to get it done

I be looking at these fools

Only try to grow their funds

They forget about the style

Man, they got it all wrong

All I hear is the same song

And the same tune

With some autotune

Preaching like they on shroomz