Yung Joc - Getting To Da Money (feat. Mike Carlito) Lyrics:
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
I`m getting to da money 24/7, ain`t s**t changed
The cars and the cribs, all in my bitch name
I`m takin’ Federal chances to make the bezel dance
Bitches lookin’ at me makin’ sexual advances
Ni**a, ain`t s**t sweet but you know I`m caked up
Got murder men for hire now the murder rate up
If snitches on the block, now the tip way up
Block ENT, bitch, you can`t fade us
Keep the stacks in my momma attic, blow in the basement
Hellafied lawyers make you say where the case went
When it`s show time pay them haters no mind
I can make my money flip four times in no time
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
Every since I was a young boy, ni**a, movin’ them G-Units
Got the whole city supplied with packs and that fruity
Pop the trunk, money bags and crack, I keep it movin’
Shake the stack, ni**a, chopper go brap, at your medulla
Who you ni**as know, get money like me Mr. Sun Choice
Keep them pots of boiling water, straight drop so place your order
Got them bricks I`m comin’ for you, credit card to the savings
Tie your wife up in the basement, hundred thou` where you lay
Plus I, get to da money like casinos
A young, Robert DeNiro, six K off in the earlobe
You know it`s Carlito`s Way, I hold that pimp yay
Girl and boy, f**k the drop, fake ni**as I can`t employ
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
Shorty, who you bank with? The streets of America
Who you roll with? The dope boys and dope girls, I`m tellin’ you
What that Chevy sittin’ on? Oh, it`s them deuce deuce Derringers
What about your connects? Pablo from South America
Where you stash the money? That shoe box in the closet
How you move the work? I buy it and you haul it
How you handle hoes? My ni**a, you call it
Tell `em how the game goes, keep ballin’ and stop stallin’
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, the Phantom or the Lambo`
Pop the trunk ni**as got straps like I`m Rambo
And hoe is getting money, know it when they see it, ni**a
I`m here now, you`re old news, yeah, this my season, ni**a
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
I be getting to da money, I be getting
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
I`m getting to da money 24/7, ain`t s**t changed
The cars and the cribs, all in my bitch name
I`m takin’ Federal chances to make the bezel dance
Bitches lookin’ at me makin’ sexual advances
Ni**a, ain`t s**t sweet but you know I`m caked up
Got murder men for hire now the murder rate up
If snitches on the block, now the tip way up
Block ENT, bitch, you can`t fade us
Keep the stacks in my momma attic, blow in the basement
Hellafied lawyers make you say where the case went
When it`s show time pay them haters no mind
I can make my money flip four times in no time
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
Every since I was a young boy, ni**a, movin’ them G-Units
Got the whole city supplied with packs and that fruity
Pop the trunk, money bags and crack, I keep it movin’
Shake the stack, ni**a, chopper go brap, at your medulla
Who you ni**as know, get money like me Mr. Sun Choice
Keep them pots of boiling water, straight drop so place your order
Got them bricks I`m comin’ for you, credit card to the savings
Tie your wife up in the basement, hundred thou` where you lay
Plus I, get to da money like casinos
A young, Robert DeNiro, six K off in the earlobe
You know it`s Carlito`s Way, I hold that pimp yay
Girl and boy, f**k the drop, fake ni**as I can`t employ
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
Shorty, who you bank with? The streets of America
Who you roll with? The dope boys and dope girls, I`m tellin’ you
What that Chevy sittin’ on? Oh, it`s them deuce deuce Derringers
What about your connects? Pablo from South America
Where you stash the money? That shoe box in the closet
How you move the work? I buy it and you haul it
How you handle hoes? My ni**a, you call it
Tell `em how the game goes, keep ballin’ and stop stallin’
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, the Phantom or the Lambo`
Pop the trunk ni**as got straps like I`m Rambo
And hoe is getting money, know it when they see it, ni**a
I`m here now, you`re old news, yeah, this my season, ni**a
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting
I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money
I be getting to da money, I be getting