Strap, Young Dolph - Gettin’ Money lyrics
[Strap, Young Dolph - Gettin’ Money lyrics]
Imma work my move show you how to do
Time and time again, time and time again
We gon get it in
Bunch of young niggas gettin money over here
Lean in the cup, Kush in the air
Bunch of young niggas gettin money over here
Got bitches on the poll
Got dollars everywhere
I got that real money
I got that make 'm go kill money
I pour it real muddy
I like them bitches that's real slutty
Know it's a bunch of us
Get so much money, we could fill a buss
Roll up the weed, we got plenty blunts
Twistin your fingers, you better cover up
Comin through this bitch with my top off
Real red bottoms, you got knock offs
Got chargers at the house like a trap house
Talk to a nigga, he ain't cash out
My nigga Dolph pull the racks
Out, fuck with us, i pull the guns out
Sippin Lean till a young nigga pass out
Gettin crazy, fuck nigga, get your mask out
Imma work my move, Imma bust my tool
Imma rock my jewls, I don't play by the rules
I might fuck your bitch
Send the bitch to school
Might send that bitch through
The airport with a hundred in the luggage
Winter time I got the top back like fuck it
Might pull up in a forign
Might land on a jet
Pull up on your bitch, and she instantly wet
Tell the promoter I need 10 pints of syrup
Cause I don't like mine wet
Woke up, wasn't spendin enough money
So I went and got another motherfuckin Rolex
Rich young nigga in the hood takin orders
So tell me what you wanna get
Thugger just called me and asked what I could
Do with 300 pounds of that light green
Imma work my move show you how to do
Time and time again, time and time again
We gon get it in
Bunch of young niggas gettin money over here
Lean in the cup, Kush in the air
Bunch of young niggas gettin money over here
Got bitches on the poll
Got dollars everywhere
Time and time again, time and time again
We gon get it in
Bunch of young niggas gettin money over here
Lean in the cup, Kush in the air
Bunch of young niggas gettin money over here
Got bitches on the poll
Got dollars everywhere
I got that real money
I got that make 'm go kill money
I pour it real muddy
I like them bitches that's real slutty
Know it's a bunch of us
Get so much money, we could fill a buss
Roll up the weed, we got plenty blunts
Twistin your fingers, you better cover up
Comin through this bitch with my top off
Real red bottoms, you got knock offs
Got chargers at the house like a trap house
Talk to a nigga, he ain't cash out
My nigga Dolph pull the racks
Out, fuck with us, i pull the guns out
Sippin Lean till a young nigga pass out
Gettin crazy, fuck nigga, get your mask out
Imma work my move, Imma bust my tool
Imma rock my jewls, I don't play by the rules
I might fuck your bitch
Send the bitch to school
Might send that bitch through
The airport with a hundred in the luggage
Winter time I got the top back like fuck it
Might pull up in a forign
Might land on a jet
Pull up on your bitch, and she instantly wet
Tell the promoter I need 10 pints of syrup
Cause I don't like mine wet
Woke up, wasn't spendin enough money
So I went and got another motherfuckin Rolex
Rich young nigga in the hood takin orders
So tell me what you wanna get
Thugger just called me and asked what I could
Do with 300 pounds of that light green
Imma work my move show you how to do
Time and time again, time and time again
We gon get it in
Bunch of young niggas gettin money over here
Lean in the cup, Kush in the air
Bunch of young niggas gettin money over here
Got bitches on the poll
Got dollars everywhere