Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Been Gettin' Money, artist - Juicy J. Album song Blue Dream & Lean, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mixtape
Song language: English
Been Gettin' Money |
Yeah it’s Project Pat in this thang |
This goes out to all real niggas mane |
You gettin' that money you gotta keep gettin' that cheese man |
You know what I’m sayin'? |
And those who sittin' around waitin' on a handout |
Nigga, keep waitin' |
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose |
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose |
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose |
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money |
The gutta, the hood, the drugs, what’s cookin'? |
The guns, the mask, the young broads hookin' |
The grams, the zones, the hundred for the tens |
The county, the state, the fed-e-ral pen |
Police in them high speeds now that’s where I been |
Ya left ya house unattended, was breakin' in |
Old heads 'round the way say I need to cease fire |
Cocaine habit like, water to the grease fire |
Nines, big pinky rangs, flashy like King Tut |
Dirty South ain’t havin' thangs, do you see the bling what? |
Candy paint, on the cars, hazelnut wood |
Twenty fo' inch floaters floatin' through the hood |
I’m on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams (yams) |
Call me the sand man straight, outta Pakistan (stan) |
I’m tryna get in, suckers better get this (this) |
I’m tryna make it rich, ice on my wrizzist (wrist) |
You on the grind every night, tryna get mine (mine) |
Slangin blow, packs of pills and that goodie pine (pine) |
Yeah, I specialize in bein' a specialist (specialist) |
Don’t make money ain’t makin' our list (what?) |
Except ya girlfriend cause she insist (she insist) |
I got the chewin' so long I left her wit' a lisp (wit' a lisp) |
I make the ones hatin' feel shitty (really) |
Show my ass buyin' the same cars as P. Diddy, what? |
I been gettin' money from the crumbs to the purse snatchin' |
I kept a mask on wit' the guns click-clackin' |
Project was straight jackin' drug dealers to the fiends |
I wasn’t comin' up I had dreams of comin' clean |
About this ghetty green, night and day I plot and scheme |
Was in the project sellin' pills sippin' lean |
Nigga I’m hustlin', where the bullets never ceaseful |
It’s always gunplay, cause ya mouth stay in grease-ful |
Get a treeful, my candy like Honeydew |
They see me in my car, dog, this what money do |
Ya baby mama wanna holla so you hate to this |
I’m talkin' money talk some can’t relate to this |