Meek Mill, Omelly, Oschino - Getting to the Money lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill, Omelly, Oschino - Getting to the Money lyrics]
I say
Gettin to the money that's all we know
Middle of the drought tryin to move that snow
Get that flip that stack that dough
Side hit that bitch and smack that hoe
Toolie on deck everywhere we go
Fucking every bitch on
I spit that shit got a dappy flow
I fly by hoes like there he go
Ya we trap like it's a sport
Ya I shine like armor all
But yet I ball like on the court
Ally oop a little bitch Omelly
Slam her for the score
Ya it's my time and I'ma shine
Like I'm a fucking Audemar
Stunt, ball, like it's no tomorrow
Fuck your main bitch and probably
Won't return her call (not at all)
Sucking her and cuffing her like
She broke the law
While I'm whipping all these hoe like
I'm trying to turn a car
Back to the flow I was killing that shit
Been about a week you still on that brick
North side nigga I'm still on that shit
We all fucking her you feeling that bitch
You still on that bitch
Running through hoes like Reggie bush
We blow that purple jelly baby I
Don't know how Reggie look
Damn, it's all types of charge
On some county type shit
Like if my PO find out that I
Might go to jail for that shit
Fucking with these bitches man
Looney Tune, Goony Goon
Stepping in my Louie shoes
Your bitch she on dick
Give me inside my movie room
Paper paper on my mind
In my coup as I recline
Coming through the block to cop
Got it hot as Palestine
Money money half a mil
Chase it down like track and field
Me and money Jack and Jill
We together all the time up the hill
Down the block we got rocks like empty lot
Black and gold Jaguar that shit
Look like a copper top
Duracell, corner sale, killing shit like
Ya the threw the pussy like
The shit your daughter sell
Oschi, Oski, Gold Rollie low key
I ain't got a grind I spend
The shit I made in '03
Whole key, half a, feeling like a hammer song
Too legit to quit can't
Touch this hammer law
Get it in, flip it fast
I be getting killer grabs
Niggas want to see me fall
Bike no kick stand
Pocket change, diamond ring
Shit look like a hockey rink
Llama sing, loud song
Hit that nigga ground ball
Standing tall as John wall
Never snitch, never rat
Get right back even if I got to max
Gettin money what I do, VIP let me through
Omelly whole crew gettin'
Change phone booth, phone booth
Gettin to the money that's all we know
Middle of the drought tryin to move that snow
Get that flip that stack that dough
Side hit that bitch and smack that hoe
Toolie on deck everywhere we go
Fucking every bitch on
I spit that shit got a dappy flow
I fly by hoes like there he go
Ya we trap like it's a sport
Ya I shine like armor all
But yet I ball like on the court
Ally oop a little bitch Omelly
Slam her for the score
Ya it's my time and I'ma shine
Like I'm a fucking Audemar
Stunt, ball, like it's no tomorrow
Fuck your main bitch and probably
Won't return her call (not at all)
Sucking her and cuffing her like
She broke the law
While I'm whipping all these hoe like
I'm trying to turn a car
Back to the flow I was killing that shit
Been about a week you still on that brick
North side nigga I'm still on that shit
We all fucking her you feeling that bitch
You still on that bitch
Running through hoes like Reggie bush
We blow that purple jelly baby I
Don't know how Reggie look
Damn, it's all types of charge
On some county type shit
Like if my PO find out that I
Might go to jail for that shit
Fucking with these bitches man
Looney Tune, Goony Goon
Stepping in my Louie shoes
Your bitch she on dick
Give me inside my movie room
Paper paper on my mind
In my coup as I recline
Coming through the block to cop
Got it hot as Palestine
Money money half a mil
Chase it down like track and field
Me and money Jack and Jill
We together all the time up the hill
Down the block we got rocks like empty lot
Black and gold Jaguar that shit
Look like a copper top
Duracell, corner sale, killing shit like
Ya the threw the pussy like
The shit your daughter sell
Oschi, Oski, Gold Rollie low key
I ain't got a grind I spend
The shit I made in '03
Whole key, half a, feeling like a hammer song
Too legit to quit can't
Touch this hammer law
Get it in, flip it fast
I be getting killer grabs
Niggas want to see me fall
Bike no kick stand
Pocket change, diamond ring
Shit look like a hockey rink
Llama sing, loud song
Hit that nigga ground ball
Standing tall as John wall
Never snitch, never rat
Get right back even if I got to max
Gettin money what I do, VIP let me through
Omelly whole crew gettin'
Change phone booth, phone booth