Lyrics Gettin To The Money - Gudda Gudda

Gettin To The Money

Okay I wake up In the morning brush my teeth and count the money.
Stack up all the hundreds and let my b**ch get all the twenties.
FBI watching and I really think it’s funny.
B**ch I don’t know where I’m going but I’m getting to the money.
B**ch I’m getting to the money.
I’m getting to the money.
B**ch I’m getting to the money get getting to the money.
B**ch I’m getting to the money.
The money getting to me.
I bake the cookie.
Shape the cookie.
Cook it proper, I’m the cookie monster.
My mama screaming.
She said you tripping negro, cause I use the same the same pot she use to cook
the dinner.