451, FLVME - Getting To the Money lyrics

Gotta get this money gotta get me some, yeah
Gotta get this money gotta get me some, yeah
Gotta get me some, yeah gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah

Smokin' on some trees yeah yеah yeah
And it's still fuck the
Police yеah yeah yeah
I'll be countin' up the
Cheese yeah yeah yeah
I, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
Wake up in the
Mornin' screamin' "Hallelujah"
Gettin' all this money
Don't you let 'em fool ya
I've been gettin' to the money
It ain't nothin' new yeah
Tell 'em "Fuck the haters" yeah
We fuckin' did yeah

Movin' too fast ayy
But I sip really slow yeah
Count up the racks yeah
Then run up some more yeah
You already know yeah
Young nigga gettin' that dough
Gettin' that money with all my woes yeah
Can't give a fuck about hoes yeah
Nigga you trippin', you ain't
Never caught me slippin', yeah
Young and I get it, ayy
Nigga get out your feelings, yeah
I got the business
I got the cake and I got the biscuit's
Niggas is bitches
Do anything to get my attention
Dwayne Johnson on you niggas, lil' baby
Love the way I rock, yeah
And she in love with the way I
Eat up and beat up the box, yeah
I got some lean in the back and I
Got all the weed in my sock
You askin' too many questions
You startin' to sound like a cop yeah

Smokin' on some trees yeah yeah yeah
And it's still fuck the
Police yeah yeah yeah
I'll be countin' up the
Cheese yeah yeah yeah
I, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
Wake up in the
Mornin' screamin' "Hallelujah"
Gettin' all this money
Don't you let 'em fool ya
I've been gettin' to the money
It ain't nothin' new yeah
Tell 'em "Fuck the haters" yeah
We fuckin' did yeah

Yeah, they know me as wstside or
45 or the ice cream man
Visit Jumeirah in the summer
Had lil' mamas lil' toes in the sand
Give me that perfect head
Until that aeroplane lands
We don't even need a bed, we
Don't even want one yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas hate me for the chip up on my shoulder
(On my shoulder)
I look like I sell drugs and
Smell like Tom Ford Oud Wood
I had to sit and think then
I just had to pour up, yeah
Ain't a party unless one of
Us just throw up, yeah
Niggas wanna fight, I just want bread, uh
All of my bitches obsessed dawg
I don't wanna leave my bed
Forever in love with the paper
Got family that need to get fed
No bitch could ever touch my bread, nah nah

Smokin' on some trees yeah yeah yeah
And it's still fuck the
Police yeah yeah yeah
I'll be countin' up the
Cheese yeah yeah yeah
I, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
Wake up in the
Mornin' screamin' "Hallelujah"
Gettin' all this money
Don't you let 'em fool ya
I've been gettin' to the money
It ain't nothin' new yeah
Tell 'em "Fuck the haters" yeah
We fuckin' did yeah gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah