BlueBucksClan - Gettin’ Money Now lyrics

Where this bitch at? I need some top, man
(Where she at?)
Niggas stealin' all my bars
I'm like, "Stop, man"
(Goddamn) i ain't even want this shit
It was God's plan (On God)
All we got is Dom, ain't no beers
(Ain't no beers)
Yeah, we just hit for fifty, nigga, cheers
(Nigga, cheers)
Nigga wifed my old hoes, I'm in tears
(Low the Great, I'm in tears)
I been fuckin' off in Saks, you in Sears
(You in Sears)
Bad bitch, pussy good and it's pierced
(And it's pierced)
Got the club goin' crazy when we here
(On my mama)
I got bad bitches screamin' in my ears
(In my ear)
Thirty-four bands on me, Paul Pierce
(Paul Pierce)

She be beggin' for this dick, I'm like
"Here" (Damn, here)
Got the top, then I left, now I'm weird
(Now I'm weird)
Rolls-Royce sittin' tall, I can't steer
(I can't steer)
Every time my bitch mad, I call her dear
(You my dear) fell asleep my whole session
In the stu' poured (In the stu' poured)
Feel like Melvin
Got these niggas in a chokehold
(Feel like Melvin)
Yellow bitch by the dozen, got a boatload
(Got a dozen)
BucksClan, yeah, we ball like the Lake Show
(Like the Lake Show)
Hit the road every time, make great dough
(Make great dough)
Me and Jeeezy talkin' shit to this Great Low
(To this Great Low)
Facin' 'Woods by myself, it's an eighth
Though (It's an eighth, though)
Niggas tryna tag along, ain't no space
Though (Ain't no space)

She can't get no real money, she a fake ho
(Fake ho) that's your bitch, I'ma fuck
Her like an ape, though
(Like an ape, though) nah, you can't hit my
Bottle, yeah, I'm straight, bro
(yeah, I'm good) i don't bang, I ain't
Trippin', what you say, though?
(What you say?)
Yellow bitch, orange hair, look like a mango
(Like a mango)
You be wifin' all the hoes that I change on
(Goddamn)
'Member walkin' home from school
Gettin' banged on (Where you from?)
Now I walk around this bitch
With my chains on (My chains on)
Sun got my bitch glowin', yeah
The rain gone (yeah, the rain gone)

Louis V boots, yeah, I got them things on
(Got them things)
Thousand dollar shirt, ain't shit plain on
(Ain't shit plain)
In the club, bad bitches gettin' rained on
(Bad bitches)
Big foreign, no ceiling, gettin' my Wayne on
(Gettin' my Wayne on) rappin' ten years
You ain't got no bread yet? (Niggas broke)
Yeah, I'm on you niggas'
Head like a headset (Niggas lame)
I don't fuck with you niggas like a redneck
(Niggas weird) yeah, every day
I bleed and I ain't dead yet
(Every day, I'm bleedin')
Already toppin'
I ain't make it to the bed yet
(Make it to the bed)
At her mama house fuckin' up the bed set
(Fuckin' up the bed)
I be bleedin' on the 'Gram
I need a red check (I need a red check)
She a bad bitch if you see her 'round me
(If you see her 'round me) niggas lyin'
Tellin' hoes that they be around me
(Niggas lyin') got a model bitch at Tam's
Finna eat pastrami (What you want?)

Yeah, them niggas got bands if
You see 'em by me (Big bands)
Weak bitches don't deserve to
Even be around me (On my mama)
Pull the Lam' on the block
I don't be in Downey (Goddamn)
She let me fuck her every time
Her nigga in the county (Every time)
Every time she let me fuck
She let me hold somethin'
(Let me hold somethin')
Got my bitch hair braided and her toes done
(And her toes done) only time I hit her up
When she post somethin'
(She post somethin')
If the Clan have a show
Then it's hoes comin' (That's for sure)
Might not make it to that bitch
I just poured somethin' (Poured somethin')
I just got my passport
I'm tryna go to London (I'ma go to London)
Fourth and long, goin' for it, nigga
We ain't puntin' (Hell nah)
Talkin' nasty on Twitter
But I got her runnin' (yeah, I got her)
McLaren sittin' low as fuck
I'm just pressin' buttons
(Pressin' buttons)