Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wavybone, artist - Pimp C. Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wavybone |
| Gettin' money is, gettin' money is |
| Put your mind to, something you want |
| Gettin' money is, gettin' money is |
| It come true |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| I thought you knew |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| I thought y’all knew |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you baby) |
| It’s what I do |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| I remember all the nights |
| On different corners spittin', pitchin' water |
| Now I’m richer off the shit I thought of |
| From the home of the richest ballers |
| I’m Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter |
| This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered |
| I went to France and almost got deported |
| The fans is screaming when I hit the border |
| I visit Nice like it’s my sister’s daughter |
| Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all |
| Poor without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order |
| And do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shit |
| When I’m spittin' lines 'bout the section lines |
| I sit you kids who listen for us |
| I see prison for us until we pull back, that’s a true fact |
| Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| I thought you knew |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| I thought y’all knew |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you baby) |
| It’s what I do |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| Candy low slider, I’m a soul survivor |
| Keep a Sweet in my visor, bitch I’m keepin' it liver |
| Than the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow |
| He think he want a war but he don’t really wanna go |
| Need to get me some head from Sheryl Crow |
| A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow |
| You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes |
| Now I’m puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues |
| I’m touchin' on her cot |
| , I put her on the block |
| You think I’m startin' over, bitch I ain’t never stop |
| Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills |
| Don’t give a fuck 'bout where you’re from |
| Don’t give a fuck 'bout how you feel |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| I thought you knew |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| I thought y’all knew |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you baby) |
| It’s what I do |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| I’m the best still in this game, |
| I’m rich bitch like Rick James |
| Got a group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne |
| The Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands |
| Prada store, I went HAM, my left wrist, it cost a Lam' |
| Your girlfriend a groupie, like Trident, she wanna chew me |
| Hell naw, I ain’t cuffin' 'em, I’m a dog just like Snoopy |
| And when I leave the mall, it’s sold out, erryday shoppin' |
| Taylor Gang, blowin' money, $ 50,000 on wrist watches |
| $ 100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags |
| Bitch I came from having nothin', damn right I have to brag |
| Try me and I’ll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag |
| All I talk is money ho |
| rich niggas don’t lollygag |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| I thought you knew |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| I thought y’all knew |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you baby) |
| It’s what I do |
| Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you) |
| Gettin' money is the main reason most people wake up |
| The root of why most relationships is startin' breakups |
| While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup |
| While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up |
| It’s an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar |
| Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar |
| Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler |
| Say your prayer for a player, amen, inshallah |
| Been like that, ain’t a damn thing change |
| Money on mind, the red of my brain |
| Candy paint is gonna drip that stain |
| Lean on left, the grip of my grain |
| See, ain’t a damn thing change but the weather |
| So If you ain’t breakin' bread then we can’t even sit together |
| Gettin' money is (What I, do) |