Jim Jones - Gettin' To The Money (HBA Edit) lyrics
[Jim Jones - Gettin' To The Money HBA Edit lyrics]
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?
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)
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Yes, count it, count it, count it, count
It, count it, count it, count it, count it
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, 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?
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)
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Yes, count it, count it, count it, count
It, count it, count it, count it, count it
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money