Gettin’ To The Money

Lyrics

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Okay I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money Stack up all the hundreds, let my bitch get all the twenties FBI is watching and I really think it's funny Bitch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] I baked the cookie, shape the cookie Cook it proper, I'm the cookie monster My mama screaming, she said you tripping nigga 'C-cause I use the same pot she use to cook the dinner A hundred degrees outside, my wrist is winter Feather ram, when I whip it, I am no beginner Fuck a bank account, the money, I gotta hide it 'Cause if the feds had a clue, I woulda been indicted It's money over bullshit nigga And you cannot bullshit a bullshitter nigga I'm countin' all the money 'til my hands get the paper cuts I see you hatin' but, I got my paper up [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Okay, I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money Stack up all the hundreds, let my bitch get all the twenties FBI is watching and I really think it's funny Bitch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] 2 Chainz Hot damn hoe, here we go again The bag weigh a gram, I need all of mine pimp Yeah, we getting rich, and we the shit, like true When you walk in, you can smell us in the room In a room full of goons, all the girls gone wild We murk they style, then we wore furs to the trial It's been a long time since I had court date Like Weezy said, long bread, no short cake Like Gudda said, I let my bitch get all the twenties Soon as I turn my back, that bitch put fifty in her titties The FBI watching, and I really think it's silly I got my old girl a cab, and my new bitch a Bentley [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Okay, I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money Stack up all the hundreds, let my bitch get all the twenties FBI is watching and I really think it's funny Bitch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] So, I got a phone call from my nigga up in jail He said he need some money and some flicks sent in the mail So, I hopped up out the bed, didn't turn my swagger on I just hopped up in my whip then I dropped my package off I am gettin' to the money, the money gettin' to me And I will die before I'm broke, that's just the way it gotta be It's 5:30 in the morning and the cluckas still comin' The task force circlin', the block still jumpin' P-pocket full of money, in my sock I got a onion Them people come back round here, I ain't talkin' I'm just runnin' C-central bookin'? No, see that fence, I'm gon' be jumpin' Then lay low by a bitch and get some head then count the money [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Okay, I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and count the money Stack up all the hundreds, let my bitch get all the twenties FBI is watching and I really think it's funny Bitch, I don't know where I'm going but I'm getting to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, I'm getting to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money Bitch, I'm getting to the money, get-gettin' to the money Bitch, I'm gettin' to the money, the money getting to me