Getting to the Money

Album cover art for "Getting to the Money" by Jim Jones & Lady H & Cam’ron

Jim Jones & Lady H & Cam’ron - Rap, New York Rap

Getting to the Money

2 Plays

Duration: 4:06

Lyrics

[Intro] Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money (Spooky, go!) I'ma need another money machine Gettin' to the money, mi-mi-mixin' up the money We over here countin' money like a bankteller on this side Gettin' to the money, gettin', gettin' to the money You hear that shit clickin' in the background? *Drrrrr, ding!* Gettin' to the money, mi-mi-mixin' up the money Some never taste that, you heard? Gettin' to the money, gettin', gettin' to the money Dope boys, what's up? Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money My fly bitches, what's up? Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Hope my niggas gettin' at that money [?] Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Holla at a nigga that's real when you see him Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Make it rain, why don't you? [Verse 1] Gettin' at this money, pockets lookin' bloated Shit, ain't nuttin' funny when this Glock is fully loaded Mixin' up this paper like we mixin' up the batter Shit, I fuck her once and I forget a nigga had her Juliet on Sunday, toolie for the gun play Bitch, I stay fly like I'm pullin' off the runway (Pyong!) Money gettin' crazy like my bank account is padded (Loco!) Speakin' 'bout my money, it be talkin' like a parrot (Ah, ah!) Got a bad bitch with her whole back tatted (Woah) Pretty long hair, when we fuck, she tell me, "Grab it!" (Er) Feedin' for the pipe, it's like a fuckin' crack addict (Ah, ah) Niggas bustin' off like a 40 automatic (Pow!) [Pre-Chorus] Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money [Chorus] Gettin' to the money, mi-mi-mixin' up the money Gettin' to the money, gettin', gettin' to the money Gettin' to the money, mi-mi-mixin' up the money Gettin' to the money, gettin', gettin' to the money [Post-Chorus] Yes, yes, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Yes, yes, yes, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Yes, yes, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Bro, we talkin' money? Count it, count it, count it Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money [?] [Verse 2] Ayo, act up, you need a hearse Please disperse, see the curse Khaled, they the best, yes, we the worst You and me? You got no chance, girl Forget romance, baby need a [?], girl Now [?] there's no chance Don't hold hands, no man, oh yeah Be at your [?] crib Slow jams, no pants Be with Paris in Paris You don't know France Only French fries, French toast, ho [?] And we pop that, cock that Hop back, in time, we'll drop that Get with the, have to mop that Park the boat, where they dock at? [?] Macho, get 'em by the flocko Cheese, please, where the nachos, dumbo? [Pre-Chorus] Count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money [Chorus] Gettin' to the money, mi-mi-mixin' up the money Gettin' to the money, gettin', gettin' to the money Gettin' to the money, mi-mi-mixin' up the money Gettin' to the money, gettin', gettin' to the money [Post-Chorus] Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money [Verse 3: Lady H] Nigga, I be gettin' to the money, get, get, gettin' to the money Postin' on the corner, hungry, gettin' chicken by the monthly Runnin' through these twenties, steady with my fifties Smoke a hunnid oh so quickly while my [?] isn't with me Nigga, are you kidding, do you know what the fuck I'm gettin'? Fuck a pie, give a nigga a kitchen, my cellphone I am switching On my block, nigga, are you tripping? You gotta first ask for permission Talk shit when I am missin', but guaranteed they gonna have [Pre-Chorus] Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money [Chorus] Gettin' to the money, mi-mi-mixin' up the money Gettin' to the money, gettin', gettin' to the money Gettin' to the money, mi-mi-mixin' up the money Gettin' to the money, gettin', gettin' to the money [Post-Chorus] Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money

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Credits

Writers
  • Cam’ron
  • Jim Jones