[Intro: J] The hustle Gettin' is, gettin' money is Put mind to, something you want Getin' money is, money is It come
[Hook: J] Gettin' money is what I do, you knew Gettin' is what I do Gettin' money is I do money is what I do
[Verse 1: Rocky] I remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' Now I'm richer off the I thought of From the home of the richest I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. This picture all the jiggy I ordered I went to France and almost got The fans is screaming when I hit the I visit like it's my sisters daughter broad, I thought of all the different kids and all Poor without a sip of water, to get my shit in order And do somethin' different, tired of the same old shit When I'm spittin' lines, the section lines I sit you kids who for us I see prison for us until we back, that's a true fact Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew
[Verse 2: C] Candy low slider, I'm a survivor Keep a suite in my riser, I'm keepin' it liver Than the average Joe, I think fast, talk He think he want a war but he really wanna go me some head from Sheryl Crow A helluva blow, from a millionaire You can waste your time, with the goody two shoes Now I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the I'm on her cock, I put her on the block You I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the Don't give a fuck where you're from Don't give a fuck bout how you
[Verse 3: J] I'm the best still in game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in The Louis store I bands, the Gucci store I drop bands Prada store I went ham, my wrist it cost a lamb Your a groupie like Trident she wanna chew me Hell naw I cuffin' 'em I'm a dog just like Snoopy And when I leave the mall it's sold out, shoppin' gang, blowin' money, 50,000 on wrist watches 100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack bags Bitch I came from nothin', damn right I have to brag Try me and pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag All I talk is money ho, rich don't lollygag
4: Bun B] Get is the main reason most people wake up The root of why most relationships is startin' ups While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do While we their penitentiary chances, we shake up It's an everyday struggle for the almighty Some is in the streets and some is workin' collar Real up in your field and man it make you holler Say your prayer for a player, amen Been like that, a damn thing change Money on mind, the red of my Candy paint is gonna drip stain Lean on left, the of my grain See ain't a damn thing change but the So If you ain't breakin' bread then we even sit together
Gettin' money is I do