Lyrics Gettin' Money - Choppa Style, Curren$y

Gettin' Money

We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin'
Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley
And all we blow is piffy, that’s yo big bushy wit me
Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city
You on a flight with Curren$y and Da Skydiver now throw the peace sign to the
pilot
Free-fall from 60,000 without no 'shute, but it’s cool, we gone guide you
straight to the bottom
Yeah mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' flyness
Me and lil' Spitta hoppin' out that Maybach coupe, land-lovers thinkin' it’s a
problem
Stupid when it come down my dollars, you little chickens get nada,
not even Prada
The only thing I’m upping is some bubble gum and dick for you to swallow
And where I go lil' mama wanna follow, somewhere on a island, no it ain’t
Hawaii, nor the Bahamas
So ducked off GPS couldn’t find me, know I spit fire, no need to remind me
Spitta ??
like it ain’t no problem, pop that clip like a gangsta mobster
I love that cheese, I need that mozzarella fella I don’t know no better
Touch my swiss you get wet up, eat that beef like it came with lettuce
We fuckin' these freaks because they let us
Niggas hatin' on on my clique but we gettin' that cheddar
Ten grand Gucci sweat pants, white tee, Nike headband
Dressed like it’s 1999 but the coupe so up to date man
Blew the roof on the interstate
The cops tried to chase so they can check my plates
Used all the muscle in that V8 cause I know my shit ain’t up to date
But anyway, these hoes already know the deal when they see my face
«Where you gone be when I leave?
My car gotta empty seat»
Do you smoke?
Got some weed
Bitch you pop?
Got some E
No I don’t fuck with the shit but my niggas distribute it so I can get it for
free
Shorty you need to be fuckin' wit me, look at the nigga you be with now
Then take a look at a G, that’s a big difference huh?