Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gettin Money Pt. II, artist - Fred The Godson. Date of issue: 15.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gettin Money Pt. II |
| Ayo put some sparklers on that Ciroc |
| And make it look like the 4th of July in this motherfucker |
| Yeah |
| -Now Diddy told me that it’s all about the B-B-B-B-Benjamins |
| So hustle hard and any hustle you hustlin' |
| From the deck of cards, life’s a gamble and you shufflin' |
| I’m from that corner that hood you throw that d-d-duffle in |
| This shawty’s strippin |
| I got that money, I’m tippin' |
| To that artist going the hardest, in the studio spittin' |
| Back the whip in |
| I took the trip until the chips started flippin' |
| In the kitchen, plastic on the bread grippin' |
| This stripper’s clickin' |
| I’m fixin' |
| With baker’s mittens |
| The same colors Wade Griffin |
| The money I make is different, I’m cakin' |
| You got to listen |
| See my name Fred the Godson, pappi call me gordo |
| Meek Mill, Corey Gunz, the remix and you all know |
| I don’t know about y’all, but we gettin' money over here |
| (Said) I don’t know about y’all, but we gettin' money over here |
| (Well) I don’t know about y’all, but we gettin' money over here |
| (Said) I don’t know about y’all, but we gettin' money over here |
| Daddy you cakin' |
| Daddy you cakin' |
| Daddy you cakin' |
| We gettin' money over here |
| Daddy you cakin' |
| Daddy you cakin' |
| Daddy you cakin' |
| We gettin' money over here |
| Lately I’ve been saving for a rainy day |
| But still that imperfection make it rain away |
| Looking at my wrist, it cost me 8K |
| I get them niggers in the jewelers doing layaways |
| Trying to keep up |
| Hate I got my seat up |
| Backseat of that six deuce |
| Counting paper, we up |
| Charlie Sheen I’m winnin' |
| Holding on and I’m spinnin' |
| Your paper feel like linen |
| My money ain’t no limit |
| I said shout my nigga P out (P) |
| We got white and D out (D) |
| 100 pounds of rags and bush, put it in the tree house |
| Blow sauce and white hoes, MIA the beach house |
| I call my niggers first class, I hit the block like we out |
| You ever sipped Ciroc with Diddy? |
| Then count the millions in a tailor over top the city? |
| (woosh) |
| I got the gods with me |
| I tell them hoes tat my name on the top of they titty |
| 14 I was kicking Diddy’s rhymes wow |
| It’s funny then he told me this would be my time now |
| Ain’t nobody body flow like me buy a vowel |
| Set the tempo, then find a style |
| Rappin' (fast) |
| You don’t want to get slap it around |
| Back woods, back down |
| Cause I’m like a mad cow |
| No bullshit, I meant this gadget |
| I rap loud |
| With a neck count with this actin' |
| I stack more in the game trailin' with a set |
| Your money too funny |
| Youre a clown with a fraction |
| Back is the main childhood attraction |
| Lane, any swag outlaggin' |
| So fly, pulls to the main cabbins |
| Skip Ron tip goes through the game braggin' |
| Young money cash money in your face laughin' |
| Put em up, fuck your tab |
| I bought that bar because you bought that ass |
| Girl let your juices flow, later I’ll make all that splash |
| Yea, move something now |
| Move something |
| Yea, like that, yea |
| Leggo |