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