Supreme - Gettin Money Lyrics
Feat. Jclay, And Swateezy[Chorus - Supreme]Ha, you know we weWe gettin moneyI'm stackin paper to the ceiling cuzWe gettin moneyI got you niggas lookin silly cuzWe gettin moneyAnd all the time we, all the timeWe gettin money[Repeat][Verse 1 - JClay]Loan get the productProduct get the paperGot that paper and that plasticSo it's haaa to the hatersBa Baaa to the hatersFade away, I'm gettin littleWallet in my pocketMoney in the middleWatch thangs changeNow she laugh at my riddlesU can't have my breadBut can take this pickleMake it rain?No I make it drizzlePenny, dime, nickel, nickel, haI'm cheap hoThat way I keep moMoney than a free thowNigga call me chee-toCuz it ain't easyYes it isOh u got debt?U need clothes for yo kids?All manThat's how u liveTell em Supreme(Man ***** them kids)Ah, that's disrespectfulI feel sorry for youGod gone bless youAnd I'm gone party for you[Chorus][Verse 2 - Supreme]I talk it like I get it get itGuilty and I won't get acquittedHustling everything in my cityPimp and I make her pop her tittyRun with them gangsters handling they businessCome on down and pay us a visitDone sell dope but I'm so dope I promise I'm keeping you liftedIt's no joke I won't go brokeI'm always collecting commissionRoll solo when I hit the storeAnd I never have a restrictionThat's a no no so don't go broYou can't keep up you need to conditionI need four hoes in a hotelWith no doze that's completing my missionI'm getting paperPaper balling like the LakersHaters break them off like breakersAnd waiters tell them all see you laterI'm a boss I paid the cost for thisSo play your roll don't cross me trickNow pay attention and come and watch me floss a bit[Chorus][Verse 3 - Swateezy]I'm throwin 3 stacks no outkast because we do it big boiThat fast cash I earned my stripes, tiger with a bit that Siegfried and RoyI don't play boy no Hugh Heffner, killin *****es that helter skelterThe roof gone but she give me dome you can say she gave this dude shelterDamn ya boy special Mr. TakeYoGirlfriendTake her to my crib she blowin harder then a whirlwind***** it's Slip, Nuff SaidI'm throwin up bread like my stomach upsetUh, we in this ***** like a c-sectionI got a smart phone so I get brain while I'm textinAnd she so good with the intellectSo I came to her chin like a turtle neck[Chorus]
