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cassius jay - getting that money lyrics
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[intro]
that boy c-ssius
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ that money
i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ that money
i just get money, these hoes ain’t nothin’
triple s balenciagas, i’m stuntin’
i’m makin’ ’em sick, they wanna vomit
walk in the strip club, throw up the money
bad b-tch with a fat -ss and no stomach
cash rules everything, b-tch, and i’m thumbin’
i f-cked that b-tch, it didn’t cost me nothin’
i lean like a coffin, my syrup is muddy
i wake up and go get that money
tryna f-ck a freaky lil’ b-tch and her buddy
fresh from the trap with them racks like i’m bunking
can’t stand next to me if you ain’t gettin’ money
[verse 1: tokyo vanity]
you know i get it, my n-gg-s came with it
i stack it, they flip it, so white, call it picket
bustin’ them heads, call it doing the dishes
keep your n-gg- hooked on the line like i’m fishing
i’m not no wife, won’t be up in your kitchen
no we do not tell a b-tch, he just be tricking
and i won’t f-ck on your n-gg-, i’m stacking my figures
and getting these riches just pimping
i’m in this b-tch with blo, i can’t do sh-t for the low, b-tch, what’s the score?
hop out the sprinter then i buy the store
got my slimes with me, they always on go
screamin’ out slatt, black water hoes
my bae from the boo, got ’em throwin’ up fours
thick fine lil’ b-tch and i always got chose
come through so fresh when i drip in my clothes
all y’all b-tches know i’m hot, hot
cut a n-gg- off like a croptop
cookin’ on the beat like a crockpot
my partner f-ck your girl, she a thot thot
gang in this b-tch throwin’ shots shots
you ain’t got no money, you a have not
has been, past tense
when it come to stunting, you can’t win, b-tch
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ that money
i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ that money
i just get money, these hoes ain’t nothin’
triple s balenciagas, i’m stuntin’
i’m makin’ ’em sick, they wanna vomit
walk in the strip club, throw up the money
bad b-tch with a fat -ss and no stomach
cash rules everything, b-tch, and i’m thumbin’
i f-cked that b-tch, it didn’t cost me nothin’
i lean like a coffin, my syrup is muddy
i wake up and go get that money
tryna f-ck a freaky lil’ b-tch and her buddy
fresh from the trap with them racks like i’m bunking
can’t stand next to me if you ain’t gettin’ money
[verse 2: mulatto]
ayy, i just woke up in a ysl thong
she do what she can, i do what i want
he make a play, then he coming right home
f-ck around and take his soul in the ghost
i’m havin’ this sh-t so i’m doin’ the most
i f-ck with some bloods, i f-ck with some locs
this p-ssy a drug, i give him a dose
these b-tches be hatin’, i’m keepin’ it close
b-tch, i move like the president
yeah, he eat it with ettiqute
i’m k!llin’ these hoes, leave no evidence
b-tch, you wan’ beef with me just to stay relevant
it’s evident i’m that n-gg- medicine, who do it better than me?
latto a money machine
these old white men wanna f-ckin’ invest in me
sheneneh made ten bands, ain’t nothin’
add another b-tch in the mix for fun
draw down on her and she better not run
no compet-tion ’cause i already won
b-tch, you doin’ sh-t that i already done
tryna catch a tan so i’m layin’ in the sun
i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ it
i just be gettin’ that money
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ that money
i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ it, i just be gettin’ that money
i just get money, these hoes ain’t nothin’
triple s balenciagas, i’m stuntin’
i’m makin’ ’em sick, they wanna vomit
walk in the strip club, throw up the money
bad b-tch with a fat -ss and no stomach
cash rules everything, b-tch, and i’m thumbin’
i f-cked that b-tch, it didn’t cost me nothin’
i lean like a coffin, my syrup is muddy
i wake up and go get that money
tryna f-ck a freaky lil’ b-tch and her buddy
fresh from the trap with them racks like i’m bunking
can’t stand next to me if you ain’t gettin’ money
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