Gettin’ Money

Lyrics

[Intro: Trademark Da Skydiver] Yeah, Trade, Fly Society nigga, Spitta You already know, nigga [Chorus: Trademark Da Skydiver] We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin' Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin' Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city [Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver] You on a flight with Curren$y and Da Skydiver now throw the peace sign to the pilot Free-fall from sixty-thousand without no 'shute, but it's cool, we gone guide you straight to the bottom Yeah mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' flyness Me and lil' Spitta hoppin' out that Maybach coupe, land-lovers thinkin' it's a problem Stupid when it come down my dollars, you little chickens get nada, not even Prada The only thing I'm upping is some bubble gum and dick for you to swallow And where I go lil' mama wanna follow, somewhere on a island, no it ain't Hawaii, nor the Bahamas So ducked off GPS couldn't find me, know I spit fire, no need to remind me Spit a sixteen like it ain't no problem, pop that clip like a gangsta mobster I love that cheese, I need that mozzarella fella I don't know no better Touch my swiss you get wet up, eat that beef like it came with lettuce We fuckin' these freaks because they let us Niggas hatin' on on my clique but we gettin' that cheddar [Chorus: Trademark Da Skydiver] We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin' Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin' Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city [Verse 2: Curren$y] Ten grand Gucci sweat pants, white tee, Nike headband Dressed like it's 1999 but the coupe so up to date man Blew the roof on the interstate The cops tried to chase so they can check my plates Used all the muscle in that V8 cause I know my shit ain't up to date But anyway, these hoes already know the deal when they see my face "Where you gone be when I leave? My car gotta empty seat" Do you smoke? Got some weed Bitch you pop? Got some E No I don't fuck with the shit but my niggas distribute it so I can get it for free Shorty you need to be fuckin' wit me, look at the nigga you be with now Then take a look at a G, that's a big difference huh? [Chorus: Trademark Da Skydiver] We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin' Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city We gettin' that money nigga, we touchin that paper pimpin' Helicopters on them yachts, drop that top on that Bentley And all we blow is piffy, that's yo big bushy with me Wake up in the sky, we might just be flying over your city