Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Be Getting Money, artist - Juvenile.
Date of issue: 26.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Be Getting Money |
I get plenty cheese, plenty plenty cheese |
Cheese |
BREAK!!! |
While you niggaz steady talkin, we be gettin money |
24/7 on the grizzy that’s how we hustlin |
We be gettin money, we be gettin money |
We be gettin money over you we gettin money |
I bleed lighter fluid, I’m on my barbecue |
So keep you guard up boy 'fore I bark at you |
I get plenty cheese, I’m a la macaroni |
I’m shittin on 'em like my money got a bladder on it |
Thug G hard, somewhere the gangster put a saddle on it |
Get rid of beef like a trunkload of cattle on me |
At America’s Game, you missed the ceremony |
That bitch got papers on me, got me an alimony |
The mayor went and told the chief to put a handle on me |
Tourists visitin to see what’s all the pandemony |
I parked the Benz, slang and win, they got the Phanton on me |
They tried to tune a nigga out, I changed the channel on me |
Bitches fallin in love, they burnin cameras on me |
Meanwhile these niggaz schemin and scammin on me |
Go 'head and hate, keep on runnin to what I carry on me |
I’m at the plate with the bat, I’m doin the Barry homey! |
Gene Gene with the thing now it’s buckwild |
Shoot a nigga, I ain’t care, went to Juvenile |
When I came home, it was ninety-six |
Got a introduce, to the money bitch |
All I want is bread, now I’m hood rich |
Bankhead Shawty, let’s do this |
Fuck it I’m so rich, so I bless my wrists |
A hundred carats, you silly rabbit |
I won’t stop now, I had to elevate |
I’m a millionaire, and I ain’t graduate |
I’m ballin up the boozy, I gotta stomach ache |
Don’t ever wake up, yeah my life great |
They tried to tune a nigga out, I changed the channel on me |
I’m somethin like a pimp, with a bitch to please |
From the hood so I’ll take a bitch to Mickey D’s |
I get plenty money, I get plenty cheese |
Livin life high since the first day I hit the weed |
Bought a Lambo, which now means I get to speed |
Never know what I’ma do they call me Mr. Trickysleeves |
Lil' momma out of line? |
I tell her hit the trees |
Krystal wanna spend the night I told her wait 'til Vickie leaves |
D-O-double-R, oh you can’t forget G |
H-Town, D-Town, on my way to T-Town |
N.Y.C. |
me, watch me break a beat down |
Lose a bitch, grab a badder bitch off the rebound |
See a hater slide him, before my niggaz him |
Screamin money ain’t a problem, watch me stick him up and rob him |
24 cal, light weap' revolver |
Nigga try to come between the money that’s a problem solver |
BREAK!!! |