Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Been Gettin Money , by - Juicy J. Song from the album Blue Dream & Lean, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.11.2011
Record label: TNT
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 |