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goddess fiji - gettin' money lyrics

b_tch i said we gettin’ money
b_tch i said gettin’ money
on my way to eat & i leave they ass hungry
if i ever failed you, f_ck you b_tch im not sorry
50k for my mommy
shake her ass, the b_tch think that im h_rny
but b_tch i say we gettin’ money
b_tch i said gettin’ money
on my way to eat & i leave they ass hungry
if i ever failed you, f_ck you b_tch im not sorry
50k for my mommy
shake her ass, the b_tch think that im h_rny

i’ll call on my ex, if i wanna hear a joke
tinted bulletproof, got me feeling like the pope
you just tryna get money, im tryna be thеir hope
on videos i flex, irl actin’ likе a broke
don’t want me in battlerap im supa fire i’d k!ll it with a choke
hahaha i treat her like a joke
shut up with your ranting b_tch im tryna smoke
wood so big, like a gun i’d try to tote
it’s just shrooms all in my head, im feeling kinda toad
it’s just bruise all in my paint, pouring pain straight it’s codeine
im tryna be my best, the b_tch still think thag im so mean
look up in my pockets what you’ll see is so green
smoke on my dope, you’ll see what i mean it’s a whole a dream
b_tch i said we gettin’ money
b_tch i said gettin’ money
on my way to eat & i leave they ass hungry
if i ever failed you, f_ck you b_tch im not sorry
50k for my mommy
shake her ass, the b_tch think that im h_rny
but b_tch i say we gettin’ money
b_tch i said gettin’ money
on my way to eat & i leave they ass hungry
if i ever failed you, f_ck you b_tch im not sorry
50k for my mommy
shake her ass, the b_tch think that im h_rny

you don’t know how to do it
don’t know how to move
you dunno sh_t
but you actin’ like you do it
you ever saw crack cooked out of an inox pan
a lil boy flying out her room like he peter pan
she like i don’t need that much, just hand me up a gram
how you begging me for dope, & flex it on the gram
my bm i let it ring before im pressing on denial
you mad bout the sh_t, then b_tch just take it up to trial
me & my dad sometimes we call we always off a pack
don’t tell on my b_tch, my meds just got me feeling off the flat
you begging at the front & we coming out the back
you may catch me out at night, rolling on a backwood
you can see the bread fallin’ off my back too

- goddess fiji

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