Why SL Know Plug, Alley Boy - We Gettin' Money lyrics
[Why SL Know Plug, Alley Boy - We Gettin' Money lyrics]
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck
We be blowin' bands, racing European cars
Raf Simons bag, Ferragamo belt
I'm a rich hitta, yeah I'm a rich hitta
Whip a brick up in the kitchen
Yeah we water whippin'
Got a lot of racks in my Prada bag
Talking on a bitch, these bitches like me
Roli on my wrist, YSL jeans
Racing European cars on the Autobahn
Got a foreign bitch on my foreign dick
She like my chain and she like
The way my Robins fit
She wanna fuck, nah bitch, gimme neck
French leather on my bag (bag)
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck
Alley Boy been getting money
Putting off, hit a shot, going Danny
Four karats in my ear, no front
Gotta take me to the mall we the one
Got a plug and a whole lot of fishscale
These rides here ain't got no smell ou yeah
With these through the city put it on a scale
Alley Boy the Don, I got no patience
Fuck nigga, we them straight
Niggas hope I wouldn't make it
I survived through the war
Nigga we'll make it
A Town nigga all in Germany
I ain't never been there but
They fuck with me
Why SL Beezy gon' fuck with me
All this oversea money getting company
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck
We be blowin' bands, racing European cars
Raf Simons bag, Ferragamo belt
I'm a rich hitta, yeah I'm a rich hitta
Whip a brick up in the kitchen
Yeah we water whippin'
Got a lot of racks in my Prada bag
Talking on a bitch, these bitches like me
Roli on my wrist, YSL jeans
Racing European cars on the Autobahn
Got a foreign bitch on my foreign dick
She like my chain and she like
The way my Robins fit
She wanna fuck, nah bitch, gimme neck
French leather on my bag (bag)
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck
Alley Boy been getting money
Putting off, hit a shot, going Danny
Four karats in my ear, no front
Gotta take me to the mall we the one
Got a plug and a whole lot of fishscale
These rides here ain't got no smell ou yeah
With these through the city put it on a scale
Alley Boy the Don, I got no patience
Fuck nigga, we them straight
Niggas hope I wouldn't make it
I survived through the war
Nigga we'll make it
A Town nigga all in Germany
I ain't never been there but
They fuck with me
Why SL Beezy gon' fuck with me
All this oversea money getting company
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
A hundred racks in my duffle bag
40 on my wrist, 40 on my neck