Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Getting That Money, artist - Cassius Jay. Date of issue: 05.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Getting That Money |
| I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' that money |
| I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' that money |
| I just get money, these hoes ain’t nothin' |
| Triple S Balenciagas, I’m stuntin' |
| I’m makin' 'em sick, they wanna vomit |
| Walk in the strip club, throw up the money |
| Bad bitch with a fat ass and no stomach |
| Cash rules everything, bitch, and I’m thumbin' |
| I fucked that bitch, it didn’t cost me nothin' |
| I lean like a coffin, my syrup is muddy |
| I wake up and go get that money |
| Tryna fuck a freaky lil' bitch and her buddy |
| Fresh from the trap with them racks like I’m bunking |
| Can’t stand next to me if you ain’t gettin' money |
| You know I get it, my niggas came with it |
| I stack it, they flip it, so white, call it picket |
| Bustin' them heads, call it doing the dishes |
| Keep your nigga hooked on the line like I’m fishing |
| I’m not no wife, won’t be up in your kitchen |
| No we do not tell a bitch, he just be tricking |
| And I won’t fuck on your nigga, I’m stacking my figures |
| And getting these riches just pimping |
| I’m in this bitch with BLO, I can’t do shit for the low, bitch, what’s the |
| score? |
| Hop out the Sprinter then I buy the store |
| Got my slimes with me, they always on go |
| Screamin' out slatt, black water hoes |
| My bae from the Boo, got 'em throwin' up fours |
| Thick fine lil' bitch and I always got chose |
| Come through so fresh when I drip in my clothes |
| All y’all bitches know I’m hot, hot |
| Cut a nigga off like a croptop |
| Cookin' on the beat like a crockpot |
| My partner fuck your girl, she a thot thot |
| Gang in this bitch throwin' shots shots |
| You ain’t got no money, you a have not |
| Has been, past tense |
| When it come to stunting, you can’t win, bitch |
| I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' that money |
| I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' that money |
| I just get money, these hoes ain’t nothin' |
| Triple S Balenciagas, I’m stuntin' |
| I’m makin' 'em sick, they wanna vomit |
| Walk in the strip club, throw up the money |
| Bad bitch with a fat ass and no stomach |
| Cash rules everything, bitch, and I’m thumbin' |
| I fucked that bitch, it didn’t cost me nothin' |
| I lean like a coffin, my syrup is muddy |
| I wake up and go get that money |
| Tryna fuck a freaky lil' bitch and her buddy |
| Fresh from the trap with them racks like I’m bunking |
| Can’t stand next to me if you ain’t gettin' money |
| Ayy, I just woke up in a YSL thong |
| She do what she can, I do what I want |
| He make a play, then he coming right home |
| Fuck around and take his soul in the Ghost |
| I’m havin' this shit so I’m doin' the most |
| I fuck with some Bloods, I fuck with some Locs |
| This pussy a drug, I give him a dose |
| These bitches be hatin', I’m keepin' it close |
| Bitch, I move like the president |
| Yeah, he eat it with ettiqute |
| I’m killin' these hoes, leave no evidence |
| Bitch, you wan' beef with me just to stay relevant |
| It’s evident I’m that nigga medicine, who do it better than me? |
| Latto a money machine |
| These old white men wanna fuckin' invest in me |
| Sheneneh made ten bands, ain’t nothin' |
| Add another bitch in the mix for fun |
| Draw down on her and she better not run |
| No competition 'cause I already won |
| Bitch, you doin' shit that I already done |
| Tryna catch a tan so I’m layin' in the sun |
| I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' it |
| I just be gettin' that money |
| I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' that money |
| I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' it, I just be gettin' that money |
| I just get money, these hoes ain’t nothin' |
| Triple S Balenciagas, I’m stuntin' |
| I’m makin' 'em sick, they wanna vomit |
| Walk in the strip club, throw up the money |
| Bad bitch with a fat ass and no stomach |
| Cash rules everything, bitch, and I’m thumbin' |
| I fucked that bitch, it didn’t cost me nothin' |
| I lean like a coffin, my syrup is muddy |
| I wake up and go get that money |
| Tryna fuck a freaky lil' bitch and her buddy |
| Fresh from the trap with them racks like I’m bunking |
| Can’t stand next to me if you ain’t gettin' money |